#like the girls did wonderful but the camera work was always so bad like never kept up with the soloists

[adventuringblind]

Hi, I noticed (mainly bc u read a lot of your work) that you write a lot of dark/ self harm based/themed fics so I was wondering if you would be comfortable with writing a lestappen x reader with an Ed. It’s totally fine if you don’t want to so ofc feel free to ignore

(Your work is always very well written and I look forward to reading what you post next)

One for you and One for me

Lestappen x Reader

Genre: Angst/hurt comfort

Summary: Nobody is immune to the toxicity of social media, Charles and Max help their girl through it

Warnings: HEAVY ED, toxic media, body dysmorphia, sexual acts are mentioned but nothing happens

Notes: You must be psychic because I you sent this while I'm struggling with my own ED. I hope this helps you as much as it did me! 😊

Masterlist

Social media is something that everyone seems to revolve around. In theory, it could be great. Getting to see photos of friends and family and updates from celebrities you wouldn't otherwise interact with.

But here's the catch: in practice, the entire thing falls apart. People are left with images of things that are unachievable. Photoshop and filters have become everyone's new best friends. People put only their best foot forward and try to look as perfect as possible.

And those who don't? The ones who are criticized? The ones who will never meet that expectation? They are left trying to swim to the surface of a never-ending ocean. Drowning under the weight never being enough.

So, they do what they can. Nothing can be that bad if it makes them feel better, right? What's one meal skipped every day to cut back on calories?

In her case, she'd cut it all out. The idea of perfection and control weigh heavy in the pit of her stomach. The one that is currently growling as she weighs herself for the fifth time that day alone.

It's addicting, really, the feeling she gets from having gone another hour without a meal. The elation of seeing the scale drop in number.

The media and fans had been all over her appearance after going public with Max and Charles. She'd tried to ignore, but there was a piece of her looking for an excuse to dive back into the habits of her teenage years.

Her mother said she never looked like she had an eating disorder. Her father only started compliment her on her appearance once she was significantly underweight.

Max and Charles had been there for the fall. Her habits finally catching up to her when she started working with Redbull. She didn't have the energy to keep up with the schedule and one day had simply collapsed.

She'd gotten better. Promised the two boys they would never be on the verge of losing her like that again.

Now here she is, breaking that promise over the triple header by not eating at all. She'd started slowly, but now she has a chance to speed things up before the two boys notice anything. Too busy to really pay attention to her weight.

Maybe it would've been better if they hadn't been caught eating together. The fans might have a little less leverage to use on her. Maybe if she wasn't wearing something more revealing to a party in Monaco then they wouldn't have noticed how she looks.

The number on the scale is far from perfect, but it'll do for now. She slips on her teamwear that is looser than it was a few days ago. A satisfied but tired smile plays on her lips as she walks out the door.

The paddock is busy prior to the race. cameras are everywhere and she does her best to avoid them. Thankful her job is away from the majority of people. The less the cameras see of her, the better. A small part of her wonders if it would simply be better to disappear or become invisible. Maybe if she's thin enough, she'll be invisible from the side.

The day seems to drag on. The race is good and ends with both Max and Charles on the podium. It's the last race of the triple header meaning they will want to celebrate properly tonight. Maybe they will compliment her more now that she's lost weight. There is a prominent gap in her thighs and maybe will even be light enough for them to carry. The though makes her swoon.

The cheery conversation in the car quickly turns to logistics. Plans for dinner are made and she claims to have eaten while finishing up her work. To hungry to wait any longer.

There is a hesitant pause. They like knowing she ate with visible proof. That being the reason they eat together or at least someone is there to tell she ate if asked. Even if it's a bite.

They don't mention it. Charles orders in while Max drags her out of ear shot. She assumes it's because he is pent up, nothing surprising after a race. But nothing happens and she is left mildly disappointed.

Max cups her face. "I'm sorry we've been so busy."

"That's not your fault."

"No, but-" Max looks hesitant. "We know you haven't been eating. You're exhausted and your clothes don't fit. We can feel your bones when we hold you at night." She looks at Max in horror. "We thought maybe if we just made sure you felt comfortable that you would come to us but it's bad again."

Charles puts hands on her hips. "We'll take it slow, like last time. But please, we love you too much to see you become a shell of yourself again."

They say in that embrace until there is a knock at the door. Max is quick to answer it. He comes back holding their dinner. An extra box sits on top. One she assumes is for her.

"We got you a small salad. Nothing massive, no dressing, just vegetables." Max sets it all out on the table. They keep up casual conversation, so she doesn't feel horribly uncomfortable. Until they notice she is just playing with her food.

"How about, we continue talking, but we take turns taking bites? If you manage three, we'll call it a night," suggests Charles. Goal setting was helpful last time around. One week she took one bite of every meal, the next was two, and so on.

She manages three bites. Each of her own followed by one of theirs.

They all clamber into bed afterwards. Exhaustion hits her hard.

No, it's not perfect or straightforward. Relapses happen but healing is full of ups and downs. But she has people who care and who love her for who she is, not what she looks like. They'd rather her be healthy then bringing herself to the brink of collapse. And she loves them enough to try her best which is all they can ask for.

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[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Madhubala (Mughal-e-Azam, Barsaat Ki Raat, Mr. & Mrs. '55)—The Venus of India; heart-throb of all who saw her; responsible for the sexual awakening of every single desi lesbian I know (including me!) And my god, she is breathtakingly beautiful. Look at the subtle grace with which she moves, and that smile - the kind of radiant smile that can make you laugh with sheer delight, or cry because of its hidden pain. Those wild curls! That Cupid's bow! The way she tilts back her head and smiles at you with mischief dancing in her eyes! She has a way of looking at the camera that makes you feel she's sharing a private joke just with you; it's something about that quizzical twist of the lips and eyebrows. As an actress, she is inimitable; she seems to effortlessly inhabit roles ranging from a heart-broken courtesan to a laughter-loving socialite. Fun fact : she's had quite the fan following in Greece! Stelios Kazantidis even wrote a song as a tribute to her.

Linda Darnell (Hangover Square, Unfaithfully Yours, A Letter to Three Wives)— Her dick is ENORMOUS. She was Fox’s resident bad girl for a while, and she was goddamn sexy during it. She could also play sweeter, and she was still beautiful when she wasn’t crushing men beneath her heels, but also she sometimes crushed men beneath her heels and it was really hot

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Madhubala:

An icon of Bollywood, who was well known for her beauty and has continued to inspire performances and songs into the 21st century. She was at times described as "the number one beauty of the Indian screen" and "the biggest star in the world".

SHE IS EVERYTHING AHHH. JUST LOOK AT HER SMILE-

She's been nicknamed the Marilyn Monroe of India and was one of the highest paid actresses in the Hindi film industry (the term Bollywood did not exist yet) during the 1950s. Also an extremely talented dancer and singer

SHE'S JUST SO STUNNING, like seeing her eyes IMMEDIATELY CAPTIVATES YOU, THE DANCING, THE BEAUTY!!!!!!!!! She worked in Bollywood for over 20 years and passed away at a sad early age of 36, BUT THE IMPACT SHE HAD WAS UNMATCHED!!!!!

That sassy sideways glance she does always has me WEAK AT THE KNEES. And when she's making silly faces at the camera to mimic someone ahhhh my gay little heart <3

Linda Darnell:

LOOK AT THOSE EYES. She redefines sultry and dreamy.

ok i have a lot of feelings about linda darnell. she was so complex and messy and talented and just such a tragic figure and deserved so much better. her mom basically ignored the rest of her kids in favor of pushing linda into hollywood, which led to her missing out on a lot of childhood experiences, prevented her from enrolling in college, and caused some mental health issues later in life. it’s especially heartbreaking that she met such a preventable end so early in life, and i always wonder what might’ve happened if she had been able to make more movies. she also disliked the hollywood social scene, which i think is totally valid of her. anyway, i loved her in a letter to three women and unfaithfully yours, and especially in no way out, which i think is one of her better roles, really showcasing her acting ability. and the fact that she never really got recognition keeps me up at night,, in my heart she has all the oscars

#madhubala #linda darnell #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 4

[greatooglymooglyyy]

As the anon who requested the angst👀 YOU HAVE FED MY CRAVING GOD BLESSS😩 now i need the pt2👀

Say Goodbye Part Two (Chris Sturniolo)

contains: cussing, angst, breakup emotions, arguing, fluff at the end

a/n: idk if this will be a good series or not or if I should wrap it up with the next one. let me know. love ya

read part one here

One Year Later:

“I can’t believe you’re actually going!” My best friend, Leah, exclaims excitedly. I sigh with exasperation as she beams at me with enough pride for a Nobel Peace Prize win.

“Jesus. Have I really become that much of a hermit? It’s just a bonfire.” I say, turning and rummaging through my closet. I was hoping to find something that doesn’t scream ‘I’m a loser homebody with no friends’, but so far, I'm coming up a bit short.

Leah laughs dryly, hopping off my bed to lean on the wall next to me. “Girl. Half our friend group thinks you moved to Europe or something, and the other half thinks you hate them because you never answer their calls.”

I wince at that, feeling a little bad about how antisocial I’ve been. Heartbreak does that to you, I guess, especially when your heartbreak becomes famous and won’t stop haunting your for you page. Phones just seemed like a lot of work after that.

I finally find a semi-decent fit and throw it on, turning to Leah for approval. She smiles and does her little excited dance before reaching for my hand.

“Have I ever told you, you’re the hottest bitch I know?”

I sigh dramatically, putting my hand to my cheek as if in thought.

“Once or twice, I believe. But tell me again-”

*************

I take a deep breath and stare out the window as Leah turns her car off. It’s dark, the only light from a few flashlights, people’s phones, and the blaze of the firepit. There are way more people than I expected and I give Leah an unimpressed look as we meet at the front of the car.

“Did I say kickback? I meant-”

“Shut the hell up,” I say with a laugh, linking my arm with hers as we walk down the path. I spot a few of our friends that I haven’t seen in a while and head towards them. Nate lifts his head and locks eyes with me, giving me a smile that slowly turns into a panicked look. He jogs over to me, arms open and a nervous smile on his face.

“Hi! What the hell? How have you been?” He says, looking around and making my stomach start to knot.

“Nate.”

“Hm?” He says, biting his nail.

“Please tell me, he’s not-”

“Natedog! Do we have any more marshmallows?”

His voice cuts through me like a knife instantly and I can almost feel time slow down. Over Nate’s shoulder, I find him and watch him casually stroll over to us. His hair is so much shorter than it was the last time we spoke, only a few inches peeking out from under his hat. The subtle lining of stubble around his jaw makes my knees weak as I wonder how much else has changed.

He finally clocks me when he’s only a few feet away, halting for a second and blinking slowly. I hold his eye contact, squaring my shoulder, determined to be mature about this. When he finally makes his way over to the three of us, Chris whistles low and slings an arm over Nate’s shoulder. “Damn. Looks like you found a ghost, huh, kid?”

Okay so maybe we’re not going to be mature.

“What are you doing here, Chris?” I say, crossing my arms. He raises an eyebrow and looks around theatrically. “At my best friend's party?”

I shoot a look over at Leah, who very pointedly does not meet my eye. I’ll deal with her later.

“In Boston. Aren't you more of a 90210 type these days?” I say, giving my best valley girl impression.

Chris clenches his jaw, clearly annoyed. “We come home all the time. We’d be here more if it wasn’t for our pod.”

I laugh sarcastically. “Sure. That’s something new to blame. Before Cut the Camera, there were always meetings or merch. I’m just surprised you could tear yourself away.”

“We make it back for what’s important.” He snaps.

I narrow my eyes at him now, stepping closer. “That’s interesting because you could never seem to make it home for me,” I say, throwing all the bitterness I’ve held onto into my words.

Chris snorts, leaning down so we are at eye level. “Guess I’ve always had my priorities straight then, huh?”

Ouch. I press down the hurt that shoots up my body, refusing to let it show on my face, and nod.

“At least you can finally admit it out loud,” I say, spinning on my heel and making my way back to the car.

I hear my name being called behind me but I don’t bother turning around until I feel a hand grab mine. I snatch away and look back, prepared to cuss Chris out, but it’s only Leah.

“I’m so sorry.” She says, reaching into her pocket for her car keys. “I swear Nate didn’t say he’d be here.”

I sigh and swing open the passenger door. “It’s fine. Can we please just go?" She nods and we both get in the car, preparing to drive off. But as soon as she starts to back out, we see Chris running towards the car. Leah hits the break and looks over at me, waiting to see what I want her to do. I sigh and tell her to wait, hoping he’s not coming to pick another fight.

Chris rounds the car, clearly out of breath, and swings open my door. He kneels, studying my profile, as I keep my eyes trained stubbornly out the windshield.

“What, Chris?”

He sighs, bracing his hands against the roof of the car.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to be an asshole to you. We said we’d never do this.” I close my eyes at his words and the feeling of him so close.

“Will you look at me, please?” He asks softly. And I do, meeting his eyes and trying my hardest not to melt on the spot. He lifts his hand as if to cup my face but thinks better of it, lowering it awkwardly. I look down at his hand with longing before clearing my throat and giving him a strained smile.

“It’s fine, Chris. We have mutual friends. We’ll keep it casual.” I say with false brightness. He gives me a sad smile and shakes his head.

“No. There’s never going to be anything casual about us.” He replies and my heart aches at the sincerity in his voice. I swallow hard and shrug, turning back toward the front.

Chris laces our fingers together and my breath hitches at the first contact we’ve had in a year. I watch as he brings my hand to his lips and holds it there for a second, the moment stretching on. Leah clears her throat and we both jump, remembering we’re not alone. Not to mention, we’re supposed to be no contact.

Chris places my hand back on my lap, running his thumb over it, before pulling away and standing up.

“I’m going to call you tonight,” He begins, stepping back and placing a hand on the door. “and you’re going to answer.”

I scoff, unable to fully hide my smile at his cockiness.

“What makes you think that?”

He grins and tilts his head, “Because you said you didn’t ever want to hear from me again, but somehow you still know the name of our podcast.”

Well fuck. His smile grows as he shuts the door, waving at Leah and then jogging back down to the beach.

The silence in the car stretches for a minute before Leah puts the car back in reverse.

“So-”

“Don’t say a word, Leah.”

a/n: part three available now

taglist: @sturniolho @sttzee @tillies33ssss @miloisdone1 @sstvrnioloo @sturnssmuts

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[steveshairychest]

Stevie is wearing a tight black dress with a deep neckline that shows off all the moles on her chest, it also has a slit down the side that shows off the tattoo Eddie did for her and a bunch of people she's never met before helped with her hair and makeup. She left the house feeling very pampered and important, especially since Eddie almost tripped down the stairs because he couldn't stop looking at her.

She's excited for their date night.

Except it's a little more than their usual date night because she's walking the red carpet!

Stevie can't believe that she; a small town girl who works as a teacher, is actually walking the red carpet! She has her hand clasped tightly in Eddie's as hundreds of photographers shout at Eddie and demand to know who the dazzling woman accompanying him is. Stevie smiles politely at them and concentrates very hard on not tripping in her heels; the added height makes her tower over Eddie in his fancy dress shoes.

This is the official public launch of their relationship, and Stevie is nervous. Eddie said that they didn't have to do it like this, that he could give the plus one invitation to Wayne, but she couldn't deny that little part of herself that wanted people to know Eddie was hers; that no one else gets to have him.

But she also knows how... passionately, some of Eddie's fans feel about her rockstar boyfriend, and she'd be lying if she said she isn't a little scared of the backlash.

What if someone makes fun of her dress? Or says they don't look like a good couple? What if the photos of her turn out bad? Eddie's used to people talking about him, he's developed a good armour against it, but Stevie is still new at this, and she genuinely wants the public to like her.

"You did so well, sweetheart." Eddie praises when they finally get inside and it's nice to only have Eddie's eyes on her for that split second. She doesn't have to keep her smile small and polite and her posture perfect as they stand in a sort of waiting room on their own, just the two of them beaming at each other without the click of a camera to disturb them.

"Thanks for coming with me." He squeezes her hand gently. "These events always make me so nervous and having you here with me tonight makes me feel invincible. Fuck, I might even give a speech if I win something!"

Stevie laughs and bends down to kiss her boyfriend sweetly, careful not to smudge her lipstick. "If you win something, I'll kiss you on live television."

"Is that a promise?"

"Promise."

Stevie isn't one to back down from a promise.

So, when Corroded Coffin's latest album wins album of the year and Eddie gives a speech that leaves her sobbing, she jumps from her seat and kisses him hard when he comes back to their table, her hands holding his face delicately as Eddie breaks their kiss with a smile.

"I'm so proud of you." She cries and pulls him into a hug, a hug that covers the front page of nearly every magazine and news article as no one can stop talking about how perfect they are together.

Soon, articles about all the wonderful things Stevie has done for their small hometown start popping up and under all the old photos of Stevie and Eddie together it says 'Stevie Harrington and her boyfriend.'

Eddie whines jokingly that she's more famous than him now.

#IM SORRY IM ON SUCH A TRANS FEM STEVE KICK #this was a word vomit so sorry if its bleghhh #trans steve harrington #stevie harrington #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #steveddie #stranger things s4

[wonwooslibrary]

svt as boyfriends ♡ seungkwan edition

member: seungkwan x gn!reader genre: fluff, bullet points, established relationship word count: 834 summary: seungkwan's boyfriend things <3 warnings: mentions of kissing & mentions of food author's note: today is a sad day :( happy moonbin day & i hope he is resting in peace. in honor of moonbin day and woozi releasing what kind of future, here is some small seungkwan things to cheer everyone up. please take care of yourself!

He is the soft and cuddly teddy bear boyfriend and I love him for it 

There is this one guy on TikTok who like…gets dressed in front of the camera and shows his outfits as a plus-size man and istg that is Seungkwan’s vibe and !!! 

He also gives coffee dates and light academia and book boyfriends 

Quality Time 

Loves scrolling through social media with you before bed 

Dates! Oh gosh he loves taking you out and getting boba or ice cream :3 

Seungkwan’s definitely a big fan of watching a series with you too - like you would go to Netflix or something and find something you both want to watch but haven’t started yet and it becomes YOUR show 

Prefers to go out and explore with you rather than stay in (he’s an extrovert, what can I say?)

Loves teaching you things he loves! Like, for example, he would try to teach you a Wonder Girls dance and you guys would have so much fun with it 

Also loves being with you in moments of sadness - you’re his person and you make him feel strong, so he’s not ashamed to be with you and cry around you

At first, he would be super embarrassed to meet your friends, but after a while, they’d love him and he would be more comfortable around them

Words of Affirmation

Is always saying stuff like “You worked so hard!” or “I’m so happy that you are the one I get to spend my life with” 

I feel like he is very picky with his nicknames…like he would never use food related ones like “cutie pie” because they are overused, but he would love something like “sweetheart” brb sobbing 

Seems to enjoy receiving compliments too! Like you tell him that you loved the singing cover that he did and he’ll scream 

Also uses songs and lyrics as a way to express his love for you! Nothing fits more than music 

Was really shy when you first got together and would blush any time you spoke to him or even looked in his direction

Totally keeps a photo of you guys as his lockscreen on his phone, but one that he edits with cute stickers (aka he always places his phone screen-up so if someone asks about it he can talk about how much he loves you) 

Physical Touch

HE LOVES CUDDLES 

He is a clingy bf but in the way that if he has the chance to cozy up with you under a soft blanket with a movie playing in the background, he totally would go for it 

Loves when you play with his hair, but always manages to mess yours up and then feel super bad about it 

If he wants a kiss or something and you say no, he’ll be really pouty and sad about it until you agree, but of course with that look on his face, you can’t say no for too long! 

At the beginning of your relationship, he would try to hold your hand but get embarrassed but you love it 

Rests his head on your shoulder a lot :( 

Man survives on back rubs and hugs 

Acts of Service 

Loves turning on the shower or setting up a cozy bath for you <3 

Always offers you his coat when you go on walks together because he is afraid of you getting sick 

If you’re in pain or sick he’ll always do small things like brushing or tying your hair up, tying your shoes or even zipping your coat up 

Asks if you’re drinking water and making sure to eat throughout the day because it makes him sad when you forget and then are living off of snacks 

Likes making you calming tea before bed and makes sure that you take your vitamins/medication every morning/night

In the winter, he’d always shovel or clean off your car for you, so you don’t have to get up early and do it because he knows how much rest you need :((( 

Always sends good morning and good night texts when you are apart, just to let you know that he is thinking about you 

Gift Giving 

LOVES giving you his hoodies, as it makes him feel warm on the inside he’s so cute 

Also loves the idea of having those matching hoodies or phone cases, but when you tell him that those are too embarrassing, he’ll settle for something small like just wearing the same colors scheme or having matching bear keychains 

Makes you playlists when he finds a lot of songs that: he wants to show you, reminds him of you, or makes him feel strong emotions 

If he goes on any trip without you, he’ll always bring you back something cute, like a seashell or a snowglobe

Goes all out for your birthday or holidays that you celebrate - he is not afraid to spend hundreds of dollars on squishmallows if that is what you like 

He’s a simp when it comes to gift giving

#kdiarynet #kbookshelf #seungkwan #svt #seventeen #seventeen kpop #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan imagines #seungkwan fluff #boo seungkwan #seventeen seungkwan #svt seungkwan #svt boo seungkwan #seventeen boo seungkwan

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART FIVE)

one — two — three — four — five

notes: i apologize, this one kinda sucks because i work all day so i made this at work! <3

y/ndevils00

liked by ehaula, nicohischier, and 28,729 others

y/ndevils00 hello fellow devils hockey sufferers! today our dear boys in red (and white) played against the NY Islanders. they didn’t do good.

to start us off, i have a couple super sexy warmup pics of my uber sweet and very in need of a haircut boyfriend, rowdy! that girl behind him is so me every time i see him 🤩

to follow that, the first penalty of the game tonight was awarded to said boyfriend! oh how i love a bad boy 🤭 he sat behind the stanchion and later admitted it was to hide from my camera, but jokes on him, i got a pic anyways!

next slide, we have captain swiss with his tongue out. I LOVE THAT SLUT!

up next, we have haulaback girl with the ONLY devils goal of the night! (i told you we suffered) so happy for my uncle haula (we are not related in any form)

and lastly, we have my wonderful marino (and the diamonds), making the facial expression that sums up how i was feeling the entire night!

we inevitably lost, 5-1, to the island dwellers. better luck thursday boys!

tagged jackhughes, nicohischier, ehaula and john.marino97

ehaula thank you niece! (we are not related in any form)

y/ndevils00 you’re so welcome! i appreciate you keeping us from getting shutout!

john.marino97 why that picture? seriously WHY?

y/ndevils00 why NOT?

john.marino97 when i get a penalty, i get sprayed with water or smacked with a newspaper, but when hughesy gets a penalty, you make out with him for about half of intermission?

y/ndevils00 i support jack’s rights. but more importantly, i support jack’s wrongs.

jackhughes it’s true, she loves when i do bad things

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes once again, not putting your dishes in the dishwasher is not “bad” and i do not love it. it’s annoying.

jackhughes you said you loved my hair

y/ndevils00 i lied.

jackhughes wow, this betrayal runs deep. idk how i’ll ever recover from this stab in the back

y/ndevils00 i think you’ll be fine later 👀

trevorzegras gross

nicohischier did you just call me a slut?

y/ndevils00 yes. i can change it though; slut, whore, whatever you’d prefer to be called.

nicohischier is my name an option?

y/ndevils00 no, sorry, there’s been a unanimous vote to eliminate that option

nicohischier what?! who voted?

y/ndevils00 me.

user3 i love that at least half the pics are usually always jack 😭

user57 she feeds us so well 😩🫶

dawson1417 i didn’t make the post?!

y/ndevils00 you didn’t do anything of note. do better.

jamie.drysdale i don’t go here, but i look forward to these posts

y/ndevils00 aww jameson! you’re so sweet 🤭 come visit me soon!

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras I GOT A Y/N NICKNAME BEFORE YOU! IN YOUR FACE Z!

jamie.drysdale and of course! i’ll try and make it out to jersey asap!

y/ndevils00 oh, trevor has a nickname!

trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 i do?! you’ve never called me it! what is it?!

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras what are you talking about? i call you it all the time, satan’s favorite child!

trevorzegras @/jackhughes is it too late for me to take back my advice about telling her about your feelings? she’s mean

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras why can’t you two just get along?

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras you love me, i bake you lemon cake in the summer! if jack were to break up with me, you’ll never have that again

trevorzegras @/jackhughes ya know what? on second thought, she can stay

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[intoanotherworld23]

Love On Camera III

Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, there is smut in this chapter so you have been warned

Summary: You had always wanted to become a famous actress one day, you just never thought it would be as an adult film actress, and your first movie happens to be with the devastatingly handsome Chris Evans

✨Please do not copy and paste my work or steal my work or publish my work as your own or I will have you reported✨

Part 2 Part 4

Walking into the building you were feeling more peppy than usual. Mainly cause you were getting to see Chris again.

Ever since you and him talked and exchanged numbers he's all you've been able to think about. Wondering if this was something that would become more, or if he wanted something casual.

Regardless you were just smitten with the fact he wanted to talk, and spend time with you. He was always sure to ask how you were, and wanted to get to know you. Know your likes and dislikes.

As you walked into your dressing room the schedule was already on your dresser. Taking a look at you your face dropped a little. The first name you saw on their was not the one you wanted to see.

You were scheduled to film a movie with Johnny Sins today. Not that it was a big deal, but you were just looking forward to being with Chris instead.

Johnny was a nice guy from what you saw, but something about him was off. Something about him seemed bad to you, and you wanted to stay away from him as much as you could.

Disappointed that you didn't have another film with him until a couple days. This is what you were warned about and told. You didn't always get to pick who you wanted to do movies with.

Reading over the scenario you almost rolled your eyes at how cliche the scene was. You were a school girl who was caught cheating, and the only way the teacher wouldn't tell on you was if you fucked him.

Not wasting another minute pouting you decided to go ahead and get ready. Doing your hair and makeup overly done trying to look the part. Putting your hair up into high pigtails since they instructed that's what Johnny specifically wanted.

Just as you were about to slip on your outfit a knock on the door came. Tightening the robe around your body so you weren't as exposed. Walking over to the door to see exactly who you wanted.

"Hi beautiful." Smiling as Chris stood on the other side wearing a white knitted sweater with black pants.

"Hi there." Greeting as you opened the door further to let him in. Still feeling a bit nervous around him still.

"How are you?" He asked as he sat on the couch crossing one leg over the other.

"Can't really complain." Shrugging your shoulders as you set next to him. "How bout you?"

"A little bit upset doll." He said his eyes focusing on the ground. "Not gonna lie."

"Why's that?" Asking with concern something was actually wrong. Hoping it wasn't something you possibly said or did.

"I don't get to shoot a scene with you today." Hearing him say that had your stomach doing somersaults. You didn't expect him to say that.

"Well you can't have me all to yourself." You teased playfully shoving his shoulder making him chuckle.

"I want you all to myself." He growled as he looked deep into your eyes.

The atmosphere in the room was becoming thick and heavy with lust. Feeling your thighs clenching together when that familiar ache appeared between your legs.

He could tell by your body language he was getting to you. Grinning when he knew how easily he could turn you on even with just his words.

It felt like something was pulling was closer to him, but you had to push back before anything dirty happened on this couch. Not that you didn't want anything to happen.

"What are you doing tonight?" Asking when you saw him leaning in.

"Hopefully you." He winked making you smile with a giggle. "No I'm not doing anything tonight."

"Did you want to come over to my place?" Confidently asking as you stood up straighter. "I'll cook dinner and everything."

"Yeah sure that sounds amazing." Feeling better when he accepted your offer.

Surprised he agreed to hang out with you tonight. Not thinking that he would want to, but he seemed just as happy as you were. Maybe something would spark between you two.

Maybe it was just you being overly optimistic. Maybe it was just that part of you that wanted something to happen. Wanting to be wanted by Chris was something you now desired.

"You getting ready for your scene?" He asked noticing the school girl outfit hanging.

"Uh yeah." Laughing at the ridiculous outfit as you picked it up. "Sexy right?"

"I would have that thing ripped up so quickly." He playfully joked but behind his eyes you could tell he was serious.

It was like a magnet was attached to you and you found yourself throwing your arms around him attaching your lips together. He was stunned for a second before he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Both of you breathing heavily as you got on top of him, and your tongues meshed together. Grinding yourself on top of him feeling his erect cock poking through his pants. He was clearly wanting this just as much as you did.

Moaning into his mouth when you found yourself becoming drenched with arousal. Your entire body was ignited by his touch, and you just wanted to drown in him.

"God I want you so bad." Groaning in your ear as his lips moved beneath your ear and your neck.

Gasping as his hands moved to your hips digging your body deeper into his erection. Both hands on his shoulders as you let him take complete control of your body.

"Just wanna feel you wrapped around my cock." Emphasizing the word cock making you bite your bottom lip.

Feeling a shudder rake through your entire body as your overly sensitive covered clit was rubbing against his clothes. Making your lower stomach tingle and your toes curling.

"Chris." Whining as you felt yourself soaking your panties probably onto his pants.

"Tell me what you want baby?" His lips moving to attach to your collarbones. Your hand gripping onto his hair as you felt lust consume your body.

"I want you Chris." You started as you looking into his eyes rotating your hips. "I want your cock."

Hearing that and he suddenly flipped you onto your back while looking in your eyes. Mouth hanging open as you watched his every move. He was swift but also animalistic. It was like you were the pray and he was the hunter.

Hands on either side of your head as he hovered above you. Lips smacking onto yours as his hips pushed against yours digging his cock against your thin panties.

His mouth swallowing your moans so nobody heard the two of you. Not that anybody would be disgusted by it considering where you worked. They probably did have some type of rule about outside relationships with other porn stars.

Keeping himself up on one hand as his other went to go unbuckle his pants. Feeling your chest heaving up and down as you anticipated the feel of his cock again. Only to be interrupted by loud knocks on the door.

"Y/N there ready for you." Hearing the director tell before hearing his receding footsteps.

Groaning as Chris leaned his forehead against your chest. It was just your obvious bad luck that you would be interrupted from possibly having amazing sex.

"Perfect." Grumbling as Chris stood up adjusting himself to hide his evident erect penis.

"Don't worry we can pick up where we left off tonight." Smacking your ass as you walked over to change into your outfit.

The thought of tonight had your entire body tingling with excitement. You never would get tired of Chris's sexuality nor his stamina. If anything he is exactly what you needed in this life .

"Whose your man today?" He asked as he straightened his tussled hair.

"Johnny Sins." As soon as you said that name he turned around to you with a weird look on his face. "What?"

"I'm surprised they paired you with him." His words now concerning you as he looked pretty shocked.

"Whadda you mean?" Trying not to sound too worried but now overly curious as to what was wrong with being paired with him.

"I've just heard he can be a bit rough." He tried to shrug it off like it was no big deal not wanting scare you.

“I mean nothing too bad right?” Sounding almost hesitant when you asked him.

“Nothing too terrible just that I’ve seen he can leave bruises on a woman.” Your eyes went a little wide at the thought of him marking you up.

As he said goodbye you stood there not feeling a bit worried about your scene. You didn't mind it rough but just the way he seemed concerned had now you rethinking things.

Taking a deep breath as took a swig or tequila hoping that would calm your nerves. Feeling the sensation burning down your throat as you scrunched your face together. Mentally preparing yourself for what you were about endure.

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"And cut." The director yelled feeling Johnnys large body lift off yours. Panting as you felt the heat rush to your face.

Hissing when you felt Johnny swiftly pull his cock from your abused hole. His cum dripping from inside you down to your thigh. Your neck covered in sweat after he just railed into your body for the past hour.

Your pelvis and chest were painfully pressed up against the wooden desk. Groaning as you tried to move your shaking legs, your pussy feeling beaten and raw. It was like you got into a car wreck, and someone just had sex with you.

Just knowing that your entire body was covered in his hand prints. He was constantly grabbing and pulling your body around like a rag doll. Your ass was sore from how many times he smacked you.

Of course you had to act like you liked it for the cameras, but in no way were you really enjoying yourself. Johnny was too rough to your liking, and you were hoping you didn't have to do another film with him again.

"Fuck you were amazing baby." Johnny growled in your ear as you fully stood up.

"You too." Pulling the best smile you could just wanting to go home.

"Best pussy I ever had." It didn't sound the same as when Chris said it. Something about his words seemed off and dark.

Johnny gave your ass a sharp spank making you gasp. He just laughed as he walked away wiping his crotch with a clean white towel. Standing there in exhaustion trying to wrap your head around what you just went through.

Parts of you felt violated for how roughly he treated you. Of course it was something you were bound to encounter sooner or later. You just didn't think it would be on only your second film. Especially with someone as well known as Johnny Sins.

As you looked over you saw Chris standing there with his arms across his chest. His nostrils were flared and his cheeks were red. The look on his face was one of jealousy and anger. Hopefully it wasn't towards you. Was he watching the whole time?

When he saw the look on your face though his softened immediately. Waving to you to come over to him which you did. Awkwardly walking over to him but his eyes remained glued to yours not once looking up and down your body.

Having a clean robe already to wrap around your naked marked body.  Making sure you were nice and snug. Wrapping an arm around you as he walked with you to your dressing room.

"I'm sorry." He apologized when he saw how shaken up you were from Johnny's actions. "Let's get you something to drink."

“Yeah I’m gonna need it.” Grumbling as you sat down the pain enhancing between your legs.

“Why don’t you take something?” He suggested as he started looking through the drawers for something for you to take. “Here take this.”

Handing you a bottle marked ibuprofen along with a water bottle. Popping two pills in your mouth and then chugging them down. Chris chuckling as he watched you eagerly drink the medicine down slammed the bottle on the counter.

“You weren’t kidding about him being rough.” Leaning back in your chair as you looked over at him.

“I mean he’s well known and famous, but he’s got a dark side to him.” Chris wished he could have prevented you from that situation, but he has no say in anything. “If I could have taken his place I would have.”

“You can’t have me all the time Chris.” Giving him a cheeky wink as he laughed.

“Oh darling you wouldn’t be able to handle me everyday anyway.” He threw that fact back at you.

“Okay horn dog get out so I can get changed.” Standing up as you shooed him to leave.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before Y/N.” His eyes looking up and down your body with a huge smirk.

“Get out.” Shaking your head at him with a laugh.

Walking with his to the door as you shut it behind him. Leaning back against the door as you smiled to yourself feeling happy with your relationship with Chris. He was sweet and kind and funny, and knew exactly what he was doing in the bedroom. Things couldn’t be any better with him.

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[kaigarax]

Exactly As You Saw

Sero Hanta x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone gentle." & "Fall in love with someone you can love."

Someone You Loved Featuring: The Hero

Sero Hanta wasn’t quite sure how he got here.

Well, that wasn’t entirely correct.

He remembers receiving your text. Asking him if he was free and if he was in town; and Sero, of course, could never turn you down. All you ever had to do was call his name and he’d come running.

But how he ended up at the wedding of perhaps one of the wealthiest men on earth Sero wasn’t too sure. Well, it was like he always said - best to live life as it comes to you instead of questioning why things aren’t the way you want.

Sero had thrown on whatever suit he’d found, though if he’d known just exactly who’s wedding he’d attend he likely would have dressed better. Or at least attempted to get his suit cleaned a week prior. But too little too late. Sure he may have looked a little on the shabbier side but he had what many other people didn’t.

He had you.

You chose a pretty outfit. Something light both in colour and style - likely both in an attempt to keep cool and blend into the background as you take photos. You said something, practically gushing, about how you thought the bride was just the most absolutely beautiful girl here earlier but Sero disagreed. Personally, he thought it had to have been you.

On another personal matter, Sero also thought that it was a little weird that he’d been invited to a wedding as plus one where you were working but he supposed you could always count on rich people to be abnormal.

You spent most of the wedding reception taking photos but Sero was sure you would eventually find your way back to the small table Sero and you shared in the back of the room. Unlike the other tables there were no nametags but there still were several chairs if people wanted to join them. So far, Sero had spent most of the night alone.

At least the music was good.

And the staff were nice.

Eventually, a short dirty blonde haired male ended up taking a seat next to Sero. They talked briefly before Sero finally realised that the man standing in front of him was The Chef. He looked different from the photos but Sero supposed that was normal. Without the lens of a camera most people looked different. Overall Sero thought he seemed like a good person. Soft spoken, thoughtful and polite. Not much more one could really ask for when speaking to strangers.

Finally, when you made your way back to your small corner of the room, a tall purple haired man trailing you like a puppy with a pout on his face. He acted as though you were the one dragging him alone despite the fact that he was the one clinging onto your sleeve. It was almost cute. Sero would’ve laughed if hadn’t recognized the man as the Pilot. Your most recent must and apparently admirer.

People like you always had admirers.

Sero would know.

“Ah, unrequited love,” you smiled wistfully, as you took a seat down at the table.

Sero’s heart did a little flutter. The same kind of flutter it always did when he was with you. The same kind of flutter he hated the most. Not because it was a bad thing, no something like this could never be bad, but because it was exactly as you said. Unrequited.

He wonders if you can hear his heart beating through his chest.

If your eyes are resting on him as the tips of his ears are tinted red.

The Pilot takes a seat beside you, frowning slightly, “who?”

You pointed over to the far side of the room where a group of young folk sat. All three men follow your gaze. Sero’s pretty sure they’re mostly teenagers; not just from the youthful look on their faces but the playful expressions as they throw teases and insults at one another. It’s enough to make his own heart ache for his days of youth.

Specifically, Sero notes, you point out a pink haired boy

“Who’s he in love with?” The Chef asks.

You smile playfully, “guess.”

Sero’s the first to ask, his voice coming out both smooth and curious, “the brown haired girl?”

Your eyes flash from Sero’s face to the group on the other side of the room before shaking your head. Sero finds he’s more disappointed than he thought he’d be. At first he thinks it might be because he got something wrong but that can’t be right. He used to answer questions wrong at school all the time.

Then maybe it has something to do with the fact of his pride. He has always considered himself a people person. Someone that notices the little things. He supposes that’s not so much the case now.

“The blonde girl?” The Chef suggested.

The Chef, like Sero, is met with a disappointing shake of the head.

“The girl,” the Pilot pauses for a brief moment, “with the golden eyes?”

Your own eyes seem to light up, “what makes you say that?”

The Pilot shrugs, “a gut feeling, I guess.”

You shake your head like a parent scolding a child, “I expected better of you, Mr. Airplane.”

Sero notes how you smile fondly when you say it. As if it’s an inside joke between the two of you. Makes him feel worlds away despite sitting beside you. He supposes you always did have a knack for being so… far away. If not the distance of a country away then at least a breadth. Forever so close yet so far.

The Chef clears his throat, “Mr. Airplane?”

The Pilot, unamused, rolls his eyes in response, “just a silly nickname.”

“It suits you~” Sero teases, “being the Pilot and all.”

“Ah yes,” you smile as if hearing it for the first time despite coming up with the nickname yourself, “the Pilot.”

“You’re such a brat, (Y/n).” The Pilot mumbles, hiding his face in his hands.

“At least I don’t rely on gut feelings to know when someone’s in love.” You tease back.

The Chef, sitting every so politely, swallows quietly, seeming to take your words deeply into consideration, “how do you know when someone’s in love, (Y/n)?”

“Well,” you begin, “I would recommend years of observation - as experience is the most sure way of figuring this kind of thing out - but I’ll give you guys the sparknotes.” Your calm expression turns into something more befitting to amusement, “to know if someone’s in love you just have to follow their gaze.”

“Why?” Sero asks.

“Because the gaze never lies.” You finished.

The gaze never lies?

Sero supposes he’s never thought about that much before - but it makes sense. People, when they’re in love (at least from Sero’s experience) like being around the person they love. Care about the opinions, wants and needs of that person they happen to be in love with so it only makes sense that that’s where their gaze would fall.

Sero’s eyes make their way over to you.

You’re fiddling around with the glass of water that had been set out for you earlier in the day looking almost like a petulant child. Sero has half a mind to poke your side playfully but refrains as you suddenly perk up, “do any of you plan on getting married?”

The Pilot is the first one to speak up, muttering a simple, “eventually.”

“Eventually?” You ask.

“Well, obviously whoever I get married to is going to have to be okay with being in the public light. Constantly being harassed by the paparazzi whether they’re famous or not just because they’re associated with me. I don’t plan on getting married until I’m ready to settle down in my acting career.” The Pilot declared.

Your eyes sparkle in amusement, “very mature of you.”

“Besides,” the Pilot continues, “actors and models are more popular when they’re single anyways.”

You laugh playfully, “and he drops the ball.”

Sero would’ve laughed alongside you if he either weren’t so polite or better acquainted with the Pilot. The Pilot’s expression is a funny one with his lips pursed and his eyes narrowed in on you. What really finishes the look though is the softness behind his glare. It’s a kind of look that you don’t often see in other individuals. Well, at least it’s the kind of look that Sero doesn't see very often.

“What about you, Viking Boy?” You ask, “you are the oldest of us four. You plan on getting hitched anytime soon?”

The Chef scratches the back of his neck sheepishly as his eyes linger on you, “I guess I never thought much about it.”

Sero wonders if that’s a lie though he isn’t quite too sure why. Perhaps it has something to do with that brief pause before answering? Or maybe it’s a gut feeling in his chest? Who knows? All that Sero can really think about at the moment is how pretty you look right now as you smile at the Chef. It’s a pretty kinda smile that Sero hasn’t seen on your face before. It sends his own heart throb pathetically.

“Any girl would be lucky to have you,” you smirk, “or guy, if that’s what you’re into.”

The chef blushes, “well I-”

Sero abruptly cuts the Chef off with a gentle pat on the back, “come on, Sweets, don’t tease him.”

Your playful gaze falls to him next, “and what about you, Cellophane?”

Cellophane. It’s been ages since you’ve last called him that. Ages since anyone’s called him that. His nickname back when he thought he was too cool for school. Well he was already out of school at that point but the statement still stands.

He swallows, attempting to play coy, despite already knowing the meaning behind your words, “what about me?”

“Any special someone in your life?”

“Na,” Sero smiles, “it’s a bachelor’s life for me.” The smile doesn't reach his eyes and Sero finds himself wondering if anyone notices. Finds himself wondering if you notice.

No.

You definitely notice if that sappy look you have on your face means anything. Which it usually does. It’s that look where your eyes narrow in on something and the corners of your lips tilt downwards. It’s something so subtle that most people wouldn’t notice it. Something so simple that most people disregard it.

“Well no shame,” you clear your throat, “not everyone in this world gets married.”

“What about you, Sweets?” Sero asks.

“Marriage,” you say the word as if tentatively tasting it for the first time, “what do you think?”

Yes, Sero thinks, you most definitely will get married. You’re too bright, too brilliant, too sweet to not get married. In fact, he’s surprised you haven’t already been swept off your feet by now but he supposes you have always prioritized your career over love. He feels as though he’s done the same. Sero thinks you’d probably be good at being married. That you’d be the kind of person to indulge in your spouse’s wants and needs. Bets you’d be such a pretty bride; sees you taking photos of you wedding guests rather than stopping to take photos of yourself. The idea would’ve been funny if it wasn’t so you.

Sero follows your gaze back to the group sequestered at the other side of the room. They’re laughing about one thing or another. Sero finds himself wondering if you’re thinking about asking one of them to be your next muse. Sero can’t really find anything in common between the different muses - he supposes that none of them are from the same industry? Oh, but didn’t you take photos of two different athletes?

He doesn't ponder on it for too long as the pink haired boy catches his attention.

There’s a soft look in the eyes of the pink haired boy. That despite him being the one telling a story to the rest of the group (evident through the way he moves his hands dramatically) he keeps his gaze pointed directly on the girl with the golden eyes.

The golden eyed girl sits politely and smiles softly, leaning back in her chair. She kind of reminds Sero of a girl he knew back when he was young.

Out of everyone else at the table the only other person that manages to catch Sero’s attention is an orange haired boy. He reminds Sero of himself with an aloof and playful personality. Has that playful look in his eyes.

“What makes you think he has an unrequited love, (Y/n)?” The Pilot asks.

“Don’t think, Mr. Airplane.” You say, “I know.”

Sero raises a brow, “oh, do you now?”

“Of course. I know people’s hearts.” You smile in a way that makes people’s hearts flutter, “why else would my works be so popular?”

Sero has to look away from you in an attempt to calm the erratic fluttering of his heart. To think, after all these years, you still manage to get his heart to act in such a dramatic way.

“Because you’re good at taking photos?” Suggest the Chef.

Anyone else would have said the suggestion teasingly - because of course it was the obvious answer. The candidness in the Chef’s voice though would suggest otherwise which is probably what prompts Sero to laugh, patting the Chef on the back, “I like you! You’re so straightforward! Not like this little missy here!”

The Chef blushes, “thanks I guess.”

“Hey!” You exclaimed.

Sero notes that the Pilot smiles softly at your reaction but his voice is teasing, “people like your photos because you pick such good looking muses.”

You take the tease in stride, smiling fondly with your eyes closed, “very true! The muses I pick have excellent hearts.”

Sero ignores the loud beating of his heart as he pulls your attention back to himself, “hey, you never answered the question, Sweets.”

“I haven’t, have I?”

“This is what you mean, ain’t it?” The Pilot says, nudging Sero playfully, “she hates answering questions directly.”

“Hey, you’re ganging up on me!”

Sero chuckles, “that’s because you make it too easy.”

“It’s okay, (Y/n),” the Chef says softly, “you don’t have to tell us anything you don’t want to,” effectively directing the playful teasing towards himself.

Sero sighs playfully and dramatically, “you’re too easy on her.”

“A total simp.” The Pilot adds.

You roll your eyes in an attempt of feigning annoyance but Sero’s notices the hint of a smile, “the two of you could learn a thing or two from him.”

Sero laughs, patting your head, “doubt it, Sweets.”

You grab his hand, bringing it down into your own as you smile, “love is such a mysterious thing.”

Sero feels his face heat up dramatically.

Your hands are softer than he remembers.

Warm.

He clears his throat slightly, seeing that your gaze has moved from the group across the room to the centerpiece of the reception; the bride and groom.

They’re a handsome couple, the groom's eyes never wavering from his wife’s form as he drags her over to the centre of the room for their first dance of the night. Well it wasn’t their first dance but it’s the first dance they’re going to take now that everyone has finished their meals. Sero wonders if he’ll ever love someone as much as the groom seems to love his wife.

No, that’s a lie.

He doesn’t wonder.

The Chef pokes your side gently, “I thought you said that love was a well understood thing?”

Your frown ever so slightly, “I did?”

The Pilot nods, “yes.”

“You sure?”

Sero hums playfully, “very~”

“When?”

“During my exhibit.” Explained the Pilot.

“Oh, I guess I have.”

The Pilot leans in towards you, giving you a gentle flick on the head. Something reminiscent a parent would do when gently scolding their child. It’s an action as intimate as it is surprising. No, what's really surprising is the sappy look that the Pilot gets as he watches you reel back, feigning annoyance. Sero personally finds your reaction rather cute - though he supposes he finds most of the things you do cute.

“Perhaps,” you begin, “I should say fate is such a mysterious thing.”

Fate.

Sero doesn’t believe in Fate. Doesn’t believe in most things that he couldn’t see, touch or feel. It was the, for lack of better words, pragmatic way of living. And that in itself is usually surprising for strangers. It’s almost contradictory for Sero to be such a carefree person yet look at things in the most pragmatic way possible.

“Do you think they’re each other’s first love?” Sero asks, watching as the groom spins the bride around.

He’s met with both a “yes” and “no” from the Chef and Pilot respectively.

Sero isn’t all too sure, more distracted with the fact that you’re still holding onto his hand instead of the dancing couple on their floor. Sero wonders if you want to dance. If you’d dance with him or one of your other muses.

“She’s his first love.” You say.

Sero raises an eyebrow, “hm?”

“It’s the way he looks at her,” you smile, “you always look at your first love differently from everyone else. There’s a certain kind of softness in his eyes.”

“It’s too bad his best man doesn’t seem to like her very much.” Adds the Chef.

“What makes you say that?” You asked.

The Chef points to the best man who is sitting alone at the table, his gaze stuck on the dancing newly weds, “because he’s sitting so stiffly.”

Sero nods, “he does seem rather annoyed.”

“I get that impression too.” The Pilot said.

Your eyes get this curious look in them, “elaborate.”

“I guess it has something to do with the way he acts around her,” the Pilot pauses for a brief moment but continues quickly after, “it’s like he’s stepping on eggshells.”

“He could just be shy.” The Chef suggests, despite being the one to bring up dislike of the best man in the first place. Ever the optimist, Sero thinks.

Sero chuckles, playfully suggesting, “or maybe doesn’t like her and is upset the groom is marrying someone he doesn’t like?”

“He’s in love with her.” You say it as if it’s the most obvious thing.

“And what makes you think that?” The Pilot asks, his voice shaking ever so slightly.

“Follow his gaze.”

Fall in love with someone gentle.

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Exactly As You Saw

My Dearest,

I think I dream of you, sometimes. And sure, maybe now I can barely recall your face or the sound of your voice but I know for certain it’s you. I know it’s you because I love you.

Yours Truly

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Sero Hanta was, in the words of everyone else, a good person. A friendly dude. A talkative and charismatic fellow. He wasn’t ever much of a thinker. Didn’t ponder very long when it came to the harder hitting topics of life - but he did, as Sero likes to point out, think about you.

Thought about you when he was alone in his room, staring up at the ceiling in the middle of the night.

Thought about you as he looked over at the photos you sent him.

And, he thought about you as you walked beside him. The back of your hand brushing up against his own every so often. You’re smiling warmly at him as he rambles off about one thing or another. Finds his heart warming as you listen so intently to his words. Most girls usually tune him out after an hour or two of his rambling but he can’t fault them too much. He’s not even listening to his own words, much too distracted by you.

You look so pretty today. Your hair pushed back in a baseball cap that Sero managed to win for you earlier today. He had been pretty disappointed that he hadn’t been able to win you a stuffed bear but thought that this, if anything, was a good consolation prize. Seeing you wear something that he had managed to get for you.

It makes his heart skip a beat in that dramatic way it does when he’s with a girl he likes.

The baseball cap looks good on you despite it not going very well with your outfit. You had decided to wear a yukata so the entire look is thrown off but you manage to pull it off. Moderately. Sero himself had been torn between the new yukata his mother had gotten him for his birthday and the hoodie you’d bought for him during one of his photo shoots with you. He’s happy though that he ultimately decided to wear his yukata because he thinks he matches pretty nicely with you. That the two of you almost look like a-

He can’t bring himself to finish that thought aloud. So instead he’ll leave it there. Unfinished. Waiting for his subconscious to scoop it up instead and convert it into a dream of the prettiest of sorts. But Sero thinks that that is where you always manage to look your best. Captured within the loving memory of another.

You’re the kind of girl that he used to think wasn’t real. The kind of girl that people wrote sonnets for and sang ballads of. The kind of girl that never noticed guys like him. Or at least not the kind of girl that would settle for a guy like him - as pathetic as that sounds.

“Are you okay?” You ask, your shoulder nudging against his gently.

Sero smiles fondly as he looks at you, “mhm.”

If you don’t believe him you do a good job of hiding it as you lead him further through the festival grounds.

        I know a girl         Who likes to drink her coffee black         ‘Cause sugar, no, she don’t got time for that         Leaves her desires at the welcome mat         When she walks in

The festival is beautiful. The warm light from the sunset quickly being replaced by the orange lighting of candles and lanterns set up over the festival grounds.

Sero had always been a big fan of lanterns. He loves all the different designs and colours that they came in. Mostly though he loved that they all came together for a singular purpose. To light up the world for the people that had so lovingly created them.

Sakura trees hang over the festival grounds, their bright pink flowers tinted purple and blue in the quickly fading light of day. Sero notes that the trees are placed meticulously apart from one another. So even and orderly - reminding him of the military. Personally, Sero has always been more fond of a more chaotic look to things but can appreciate all the love and effort that must have gone into cultivating and upkeep this forest of Sakura trees in the first place.

Bright red tables are set up beneath most of the Sakura trees, either selling products or conducting games for people to play. Children run between the stalls with bright smiles on their faces, pushing past the crowds with reckless abandon because they can.

He wonders if he was just as rambunctious as a kid.

No, he must have been just as rambunctious if all the white hair on his mother’s head said anything. Oh, his poor mother.

But Sero likes to think he turned out well.

That his parents are proud of the person he’s become.

‘SNAP’

Sero’s head jerks over to you, smiling slightly when he sees you holding a camera up to your face.

“What ya got there, Sweets?” Sero asks, a mischievous smile playing on the edge of his lips.

You smile playfully in response, “wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I, in fact, would.”

“Well, I don’t want to show you.”

Sero pouts, “why not?”

“Hm,” you let your camera fall from your hands and hang loosely around your neck as you hold the picture in your hands, inspecting it as the photo seemingly begins to slowly appear. Most of the time, if Sero’s recalling is correct, you prefer to use a digital camera or your phone.

He’s pretty sure it has something to do with the fact that you lost a bunch of the photos you took last year in a tragic accident when your briefcase filled with photos was misplaced causing you to have to call a bunch of your muses together for an impromptu photoshoot. It had been your most successful year yet despite the mishap but your manager was quick to make sure something like that would never happen again.

It seemed that you weren’t as nervous.

“Well?” Sero asks expectantly.

“Some things are better left as a secret, don’t you think?” You asked.

Sero swallowed, “I guess so.”

His response makes you smile as you pull out a silver compact from your pocket. Most girls carry compacts in their pockets right? To touch up their makeup or something? Truthfully, Sero isn’t too sure. He’s never paid all that much attention.

Instead of looking at yourself in the mirror of the compact you put the photo inside before closing it. It looks like there were quite a few photos inside the compact but Sero can’t find it in himself to ask. Either choosing to agree with your earlier statement or too nervous to hear what your answer would be. Likely a little bit of both.

        And I know a boy         Who likes to keep his burner on         He’s always running with no one to keep warm         It’s like he’s flirting with the smoke alarm         His fire’s fading

“So, where are you from again, Sweets?” Sero asks, as he takes a seat on the bench beside you.

You smile, in that way that usually do, and it sends Sero’s heart into a tizzy of a flutter, “guess.”

He imagines you’re originally from a coastal town. Somewhere where you’re familiar with the foreign and exotic. Somewhere romantic. Something so different from where he had gone when he was young. Somewhere that authors write stories and explorers seek to find. Somewhere it’s so distinctly you that Sero would know the moment he first landed.

But then again, you do seem rather at home in the city.

And you wouldn’t be very familiar with city life if you lived in a coastal town now would you.

He can see that. You, having a fast and bright childhood. Born in a place where everything is always moving and the people never stop. And that’s romantic in its own sense. A brilliant place where brilliant people gather together to live. Something where people like you come together to meet and compare notes. A kind of city that could cultivate someone as brilliant and amazing as you.

Yeah, that sounds realistic.

Sounds like you.

But, ultimately, Sero says, “a coastal town near the edge of the city?”

The answer feels more of a cop out than something substantial but it’s the only thing that Sero can think of to explain someone as amazing as you existing at all. The only place he can see someone like you being able to grow up in.

Ah, but that’s where he messes up.

“Na,” you smile softly, “I grew up in the suburbs. Nothing too small or anything too big either.”

“Oh.”

“Pretty regular, huh?”

“I…” Sero smiles apologetically, “I guess so.”

“I don’t think I’d ever be able to leave if I grew up somewhere like what you said,” you begin, “honestly I had a pretty hard time leaving my home town at all.”

“Really?”

“I would’ve been happy to have lived a boring and mundane life. To never be someone special.”

You, living a mundane life? It feels almost blasphemous to imagine such a thing. To live in a world where you aren’t someone that draws in the attention of everyone else. That there might be a timeline or universe out there where people all around don’t know your name or are familiar with the works you’ve given to this world.

Would you have been a mom?

A housewife?

Or would you have worked. Maybe you could have been a nurse or doctor. Someone that’s so attuned to the needs of others. Or maybe you would have been another office worker. Someone working a 9 to 5 to support their family.

It feels almost like Sero’s thinking of a different person.

No, that’s not exactly right. It does feel like something you could’ve done. Something you could’ve been if you had gone down a different path in life. He’s been thinking about this all the wrong way. Just because you live a mundane life doesn't mean you would be a mundane person.

Finally, Sero smiles fondly at you, “you could never not be someone special.”

        But still we laugh, we cry         We fall, we get high         Just like we were kids, just like we were kids         And when I am feeling small, you get me through it all         Just like we were kids, just like we were kids again

“Sweets,” Sero props his head on your shoulder as he watches you type a message into your phone to your manager. He feels a smile pull at the corner of your lips as he reads the message ‘K’. Nothing more or less than a simple letter in response to the long paragraph that your manager must have taken the time to painstakingly write. It’s something so very you that it can’t help but bring a smile to Sero’s face.

You tilt your head towards Sero, “hm?”

“What do you have my name saved on your phone?”

You hold your phone out to him, “Cellophane.”

“Why?” Sero asks.

“Why Cellophane?”

Sero nods.

“Because it’s your hero name.”

Sero’s cheeks flush at that. Of course that’s what you saved his name as. The two of you had been indulging in drinks at the bar the other day when Sero had gotten off work when the topic of Hero names had come up. Specifically, what his hero name would’ve been if there ever was a world with superpowers and hero names. You’d said something along the lines of ‘Fifteen’ (or maybe it was ‘Sixteen’) for one reason or another that Sero can’t remember off the top of his head. Sero was kind of bad for that - not remembering the reasoning behind things.

He, on the other hand, had been too embarrassed to say his own at first. It was a name he had thought about since he was young. Something so near and dear to his heart. Something he wasn’t so keen on sharing with the pretty girl he met at the bar, no matter how pretty you were. You had, of course, managed to wrangle the name from him by the end of the night but the two of you were wasted by then. Needing to be brought home by your friends.

It warms his heart to think that you not only remembered but that you had kept it like that all this time. There were many things you could have changed his contact name to and the fact that you kept it as something so near and dear to his heart was enough to make his heart flutter. Well, you always did things to make his heart flutter but this was different. This was you.

“And that’s what you are to me,” You say, “a hero. So of course I’d have you saved as your hero name.”

“Sweets!” Sero nuzzles his face into your neck, his cheeks flushed a bright shade of red.

He’d always known you were a sweetheart but he hadn’t realised that you were such a sentimentalist.

“Oh,” you stand up abruptly, “it’s almost time!”

“Almost time for what?”

Your eyes sparkle, “the firework show.”

Sero smiles. Quite the sentimentalist.

“Come on,” you say, as you begin making your way towards an empty part of the field. Let’s go watch the fireworks out in the open grass.

And what can he say but, “okay” in response.

There’s no way that Sero could ever say no to something when you look at him like that. Sero has always had a weakness for pretty girls but you seem to take the take. It probably has something to do with the way that you manage to make his heart skip a beat and the butterflies in his stomach flutter.

“So,” Sero hums, “you look pretty excited.”

“Yeah, I love fireworks,” you say softly, “they remind me of my youth.”

“And who doesn’t love getting a glimpse back into their youth?”

“Exactly.”

You don’t talk much about your past unless Sero brings it up first so he always finds himself indulging in moments like this. Wants to know as much as he can about you but can never seem to find the right words.

So he stands silently, the back of his hand brushing against your own.

“Have you ever been in love before?” You asked.

Sero nods, “just once.”

        I know a girl         Who’s never tried to settle down         She wears her loneliness just like a crown         But when she smiles, all the kinds will bow down, down, down

Fireworks.

Sero had never considered himself the biggest fan of fireworks but he wouldn’t go as far as to say that he disliked them either.

He liked fireworks as much as the next person.

He’d gone to see a few firework shows when he was young. There were firework festivals held in the summer of every year near where he lived but they never seemed to spark the same wonder in him as it did the people around him. Sure, they were pretty but there was nothing about them that inspired brilliance. Or at least nothing of the level of brilliance that other people seemed to give it.

He remembers the day when he first came to this realization like how one might remember the back of their hand.

Around the age of eight, when Sero’s parents had finally decided he was old enough to attend the summer festival himself, he and a few of his friends had decided to meet up and hang out. Play a couple of the festival games (and lose miserably because they’re all rigged), catch some goldfish (because he absolutely wanted a pet) and eat some sweet treats with the pocket money his parents had given him. And it was at the height of the festival when the fireworks had first begun that Sero had turned and looked at the faces of his friends instead of up at the sky. It was here that he realized that he didn’t look at the fireworks the same way.

In retrospect, Sero supposes that maybe he didn’t like fireworks because they didn’t hold the same level of importance in his life as it did for others. Didn’t have a nostalgic bond that other people seemed to have.

“Are you still in there?” You ask, waving a hand in front of Sero’s face playfully.

“Hm,” Sero perks his head up, his eyes meeting your own.

You always did have such pretty eyes. They have that sparkle in them that makes someone’s heart skip a beat. A certain brilliance that encourages even the most hesitant of people to charge forward in just the hopes of being noticed by someone as brilliant as you. Sero certainly knows. Better than most.

“Sorry,” you say softly, “you looked pretty deep in thought. I know I hate it when people interrupt me while I’m in the middle of thinking.”

Sero laughs, “then why’d you disturb me?”

“Because I wanted your attention.”

Sero’s cheeks flush red in embarrassment and the candidness of your words. Or maybe it was because of the brazenness of your words.

“What’re you thinking about?” You ask.

“One thing or another,” Sero hums, trying his best to feign indifference, “you know. Things that I want to do but don’t have the courage to.”

“You should do it if it’ll make you happy.”

“Hm?”

“Good times come and go so take advantage of the things that make you happy while you still can.”

        And I know a boy         Who’s broken every vow he’s made         Who’s spoken every cowards phrase         But he can listen like a rainy day         And drown it out

“If you could be anything, what would you be?” Sero asked.

“Everything.” You said, your answer coming out quick and easy - as if you’ve thought about something like this hundreds of times before. And because you’re you, and not anyone else, Sero thinks that maybe that might just be the case.

“Everything?” Sero raises an eyebrow, “isn’t that kind of an intense answer?”

“Well,” you hum, “it’s not a usual answer.”

“You never did like usual things, though.”

“Exactly! Who wants to live life being ‘usual?’ It’s boring and mundane.” You leaned back, looking up at the sky, “there’s so much I wish I could’ve done and so much more that I would change. There’s still so much that I want to do. I mean, I like where I am at this point in my life but I can’t help but constantly be caught between wanting everything else that I chose to not take. I sound like a total glutton, huh?”

“You do.”

You pout.

“But I don’t mind.”

“I imagine everyone has something in life they regret, either doing or not doing,” you begin, “a moment where they wish that they’d chosen to take a different path in life.”

“I don’t,” Sero smiles, “I’m quite happy with the way my life turned out.”

“Boring~”

Sero pouts, “well excuse me for being someone that doesn’t regret the way their life ended up.”

“Well you’re not boring but it seems like a pretty cliche answer.”

“You just said that most people have at least one in their life that they’d like to change. So how can my answer be cliche if it’s not something that everyone answers?” Sero challenges, “can’t be cliche unless it’s overused, Sweets.”

You frown, “then I guess I just don’t like your answer.”

Sero nods approvingly, “see, doesn’t it feel nice to just admit your feelings?”

“Don’t be a jerk about it.”

Sero laughs heartily in response, affectionately rubbing the top of your head, “don’t like it so much now that the shoe’s on the other foot, huh?”

You huff in response.

Sero’s heart flutters dramatically as he rests his head atop your shoulder, “come on, Sweets. It’s not that serious.”

“Brat.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re the one being a brat right now, Sweets.” Sero moves his head so that his chin is propped up on your shoulder as he gets a side view of your face. You really are such a pretty girl. Even when you’re upset and pouting. It’s nice. Refreshing almost when you’re usually the one doing all the teasing.

Sero supposes that even you can have trouble admitting your feelings.

Eventually, when the muscles in your face relax, Sero gives your cheek a playful poke, “so, Sweets, why don’t you like my answer?”

“I guess it makes me feel inadequate. Makes me feel a little greedy for wanting so much and life and feel stupid for not being able to make the choices that I wanted. Though,” you smile softly, “I suppose you can never make the choice in life that you really want to make when you want to make both choices in the first place.”

“Mhm,” Sero nods, “quite the predicament.”

“Does it make me a bad person?”

“It might.”

“I figured as much.”

“But it’s okay.”

“And why is it okay?”

“Because I’ll still like you, whether you’re a bad person or not.”

Before you can give Sero a response you're cut off by a loud blast sounding off from the field in front of the two of you.

        But still we laugh, we cry         We fall, we get high         Just like we were kids, just like we were kids         And when I am feeling small, you get me through it all         Just like we were kids, just like we were kids again

The fireworks, like they always do (and always will), begin dramatically. Dashing up to the sky like mad men.

Rising up passionately.

Loudly.

Dramatically.

Soaring to heights that seemingly no one else ever has before. So bright and brilliant as they reach their peak. They are hopes, dreams and wishes turned into passions, ambitions and desires. Everything that someone hopes to be when they look up to the sky. Everything they will ever be.

And then they slowly fall.

Ever so gently and softly.

Down.

Down.

And down.

Until they’re gone.

And the moment when everything is done and gone Sero feels both a moment of reprieve and disappointment. Relief that such a passionate moment is only but a moment. Disappointment that such a passionate moment is only but a moment.

But that moment of reprieve and disappointment is only but a moment as the next firework makes its way up in the sky hoping to be just as brilliant and bright as the last. Wishing to burn for just as long and dreaming to be what it was made to be.

“Have you ever been in love before?” Sero asks, finally mustering up the courage to take your hand in his own.

Your hand feels so nice in comparison to his own. Not as rough as his own are from years of working as a firefighter. He supposes he shouldn’t be so surprised. Your hands are, afterall, ones of a photographer. Ones that recently so lovingly maneuvered his own into the right position for the perfect picture. Ones that slowly traced over the edges of the camera, gently pressing over the different buttons as you adjust for the lighting and placement. And currently the ones he happened to be holding on his own.

You smile, “of course.”

Your answer makes Sero happy yet sad at the same time.

In all honesty, Sero isn’t certain what he was expecting. He imagines someone like you would have fallen in love before. Knows for certain that there must be tons of people that have already fallen in love with you. You’re the kind of person that is meant to be loved by others. But, just maybe, a small part of him wanted to be the first person to be loved by you. And it’s a selfish thought. The both of you are adults but he allows himself to indulge in his selfish thoughts for just a moment longer. Afterall, while the two of you are adults you also happen to be adults attending a children’s festival.

He wonders if he should lean over and plant a kiss on your lips.

Wonders if you’d smile in response and kiss him back.

Confess your love to him in the midst of the fireworks. Love him because he’s the one here right now standing beside you.

He doesn’t.

Can’t bring himself to. Not while his heart is beating erratically like he’s once again a green kid out with a girl for the first time.

You’re not even his first love.

But you are presently the girl he loves.

Maybe you won’t always be the one he loves. Won’t always be the one who makes his heart skip a beat and the butterflies in his stomach flutter but you are that girl now. And that’s all that matters. Right now, it feels as if that’s all that will ever matter.

It’s enough.

You’re enough.

This is enough.

        Just like we were kids         Just like we were kids again         Just like we were kids         Just like we were kids         Just like we were kids again

“What’re you thinking about, Sweets?” Sero asks, his hand still holding your own.

You smile in that way that always makes his heart race, “you.”

Sero blushes, “Sweets!”

“Is that what you have me saved as in your phone?” You asked.

“No.”

“Oh.”

You watch him curiously, as if you’re waiting for him to say something more. He doesn’t. Not that he doesn’t want to, Sero loves talking, but he’s finding the current topic increasingly harder and harder to avoid.

“So are you going to tell me?” You ask.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to tell you.

Sero feigns indifference “tell you what?”

It’s just that he hadn’t had a chance to change it. Or maybe he hadn’t wanted to change it. Honestly it was more embarrassing for him that it was you.

“What you have me saved as in your phone.” You explain, “you already know I have you saved as Cellophane.”

It’s not his fault that he misheard what you said back when the two of you first met. Well maybe it was a little bit of his fault but it was loud in the bar where the two of you first met and he was distracted by your pretty face.

Sero blushes, “Cam - Era - Girl.”

“Cam - Era - Girl?” You repeated, “camera girl.”

Sero nods slowly.

Then you. Brilliant and amazing you, laugh. As if it’s the funniest joke he’s heard in a long while. Sero’s cheeks are flushed red hot again - but he’s gotten rather used to that sensation. At least while he’s around you.

“That’s funny!’ You smile, “way more creative than some of the names that other people have me saved as.”

“I suppose so.”

“You think I could be a cam girl?” You do a dramatic pose of some sort and give a playful wink, “think my reputation could uphold going into a business like this?”

“Oh, (Y/n)! I didn’t mean it that way!”

You turn to him and smile fondly, “you used my name.”

“I suppose I did.”

“I like how it sounds when you say it.”

“You do?”

“I also like it when you call me ‘Sweets’ but the way you say my name makes it sound prettier.” You tilt your head to the side cutely, “do you know what I mean?”

Sero nods.

He doesn’t but you don’t need to know that.

“(Y/n) is the precious name that someone who loved me dearly gifted to me. It seems only fitting that someone I love would use it as well.”

You love him.

That very idea itself makes his heart soar.

Sero knows for certain that he loves you.

Fall in love with someone you can love.

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Song: Kids Again Artist: Artist vs Poet

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Her: Do you love me?

#my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #sero hanta x reader #100 ways to fall in love #someone you loved

[catelismo]

THE LOVE ALBUM ♥︎ VBS MEMBERS!

VIVID BAD SQUAD (JP: ビビバス, SHORTENED: VBS) is a japanese co-ed group formed and managed by PROJECT SEKAI.

they debuted on 30/09/2020, with the mixtape "ready steady/forward" with their debut song "ready steady" with the four-member line-up of KOHANE, AN, AKITO AND TOYA

vivid bad squad's music is generally j-pop, hip hop, and electronic. they are considered a "self-producing" street group as the members are almost always involved in songwriting and composing, and sometimes assist in arranging. since the release of hit songs like "cinema" and "beat eater" in 2021, vivid bad squad's discography has also been described as being of a unique "taste" and "hip hop music", a label that inspired their album, "beyond the way, 1st studio album"

(KOHANE OR @HANE_KO) main vocalist and representative of the group, such a trendsetter i think, development of her voice is actually crazy like compare her from ready steady to beyond the way (THERES A DIFFERENCE), pulled a professional camera in the middle of a cinema and the rest of the group looked at her as if she's crazy. babygirl-fying choreos is her strongest suit, wdym🤨

(AN OR @ANAISHI) main dancer, fans made those twt messy headers of her with the caption of "I ♥ GIRLS"; why? because of how she acts with kohane, THE. DEFINITION. OF. A FRUIT LOOP. can actually freestyle quite good, quite a good rapper along with toya, defo cried during that time when kohane got a solo. was already famous due to her father, obv!!!!

(AKITO OR @AKITSHO) childhood friend of y/n, has a handshake for EVERYONE; except an for obvious reasons (he's such a hater), order's that one same meal in different cafés, LYRICIST >>>, beatboxes at the most inconvenient times, a bit silly !!!!!!, at a fansign, he kinda... didn't attend cause he was sleeping ?? totally got in trouble after !! his fans fucking go insane if he posts on ig, why... uhm idk !!!!!

(TOYA OR @TOTOYAYA) main rapper, the first (and only) person to know abt y/n from akito (bros before hoes ig 🤞), went as todoroki for halloween and EVERYONE HAD A RAMPAGE on twt, defo got bullied for not knowing how to throw stuff, oh look, a megumi fan !!oh god do you think that he's also bad at sports 🧍‍♀️yk those cooking lives that kpop idols do?? uhm NEVER let this poor guy in, okay??

THE LOVE ALBUM ♥︎ PREV | NEXT

notes. so did you guys know that i put saving grace on hiatus 😆😆 why CAUSE I RAN OUT OF IDEAS and i worry that if i don't have any motivation for saving grace, then... it'll never be completed... I DON'T WANT THAT. so in the meanwhile, saving grace is on a long, LONG hiatus.

notes pt.2 CHAPTER WHEN??? (as if i don't make them)

taglist. @starry-sky-melody @akitofixated @akitosheart @akitokisser @mizu-nights @kitorin @luhvashh @miya-akane @lunavixia @aki-pancake @layviyu

synopsis. music is life; music can be either contain the most depressing feeling that you've ever felt in a long time or the most heart-warming thoughts to think about. akito, a member of internationally known vivid BAD SQUAD, is a big sucker for music and when the hit korean-japanese group CUPiDZ suddenly pop in akito's head, he couldn't help but wonder that one of the members look like his childhood crush.

PROD. CATELISMO; any actions of plagiarism, distribution and tracing any of my works is strictly prohibited.

#the love album (profiles)! #the love album (chapter)! #the love album (updates)! #project sekai #project sekai x reader #project sekai x you #project sekai x yn #project sekai smau #project sekai colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage x reader #project sekai colorful stage x you #project sekai colorful stage x yn #project sekai colorful stage smau #pjsk #pjsk x reader #pjsk x you #pjsk x yn #pjsk smau #akito shinonome #akito shinonome x reader #akito shinonome x you #akito shinonome x yn #vivid bad squad #kohane azusawa #an shiraishi #toya aoyagi #x reader #x you #x yn #smau

[togrowoldinv]

Friends With Benefits

Florence Pugh x Female Reader

Friends to friends with benefits to…

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, oral, thigh riding, cursing

Note: I was thinking about Florence hehe

Florence Pugh Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Florence Pugh is the kind of woman who lights up the room with her cheeky laugh and her astounding talent. Watching her on camera is transcendental. You never expected to have the chance to work with such an actress as her, so when the opportunity arose you knew that you had to take it.

And now you find yourself across from Florence as you’re about to film the big kiss scene for your characters. Your nerves are everywhere. You became quick friends with her, as someone seems to, but you can’t help the part of you that is very attracted to her.

“Are you ready, darling?” Florence asks you. Those names always make your heart stop.

“Yeah, let’s do this,” you say, trying to shake off your nerves. She’s your friend, you think, you shouldn’t be nervous.

The director calls action and the two of you begin your dialogue. She nails every line and the time to kiss each other is inching closer. Your pulse quickens as the blonde takes your face in her hands.

Florence’s lips crash against yours and it’s like everything makes sense. The feeling you get is like the ultimate calm. You kiss her back and wonder if she feels it too. Way too soon for your liking, the director calls cut and the kiss is over.

Everyone congratulates you two on the great scene, but all you can do is smile politely and try to come back to reality. You disappear to your trailer and run through the scene in your head. Should it feel that good to kiss your friend? Did you want it to be real?

An hour later, you hear a knock on your trailer door.

“Come in,” you say.

The blonde walks into the trailer and shuts the door behind her.

“Hi,” she says cutely. She sits next to you on the couch. “Are you alright? You kind of ran off after the scene.”

“Oh, yeah I’m good,” you lie. Truthfully, your head is spinning. “How are you?”

“Honestly, I’m a little bit frazzled,” Florence admits. Your eyes go wide at her words.

Before you can think of a response, Florence is crashing her lips into yours. It’s somehow even better than before. You kiss her back fervently as she leans you back onto your couch. One of your hands holds her at the waist while the other tangles in her short blonde hair.

“I want you so bad,” Florence says as she shifts to kiss your neck.

“Then take me,” you groan out as her hands slip under your shirt.

Both of your clothes are discarded quickly and Florence isn’t shy to dive into your core. She licks through your folds and takes your clit in her mouth. You keep your hand in her hair as she eats you out.

“Fuck, Florence!” you shout as she brings you over the edge. You can practically feel her grinning at how successful she was. She continues on a little bit longer before you pull her up for a kiss. Her tongue in your mouth makes you moan in pleasure.

While you’re kissing, Florence begins to grind against your thigh. You can feel her wetness and it fills you with the confidence to guide her waist with your hands.

“You’re so hot,” Florence says with a breathy voice. Her accent spurs you on further. You help her move her hips faster and she comes against your thigh.

“Good girl,” you praise her. Her head falls onto your shoulder as her breathing returns to normal.

Florence kisses you once more and then the two of you get dressed. You have to be back on set in just a few minutes.

“So, we’ll just talk later?” Florence asks as she puts her shoes on.

“Yeah, definitely,” you agree.

But talk is what you didn’t do. Instead, every spare minute you could, you and Florence hook up. The relationship between you two shifts from just friends to friends with benefits.

You snuck into her trailer, and she snuck into yours. There have even been a few incidents of the two of you meeting after work hours.

But the two of you never talk about it, and you don’t mind that. Honestly, you are grateful for the time you have with her.

You’re very grateful right now as Florence pounds into you with her strap. She takes you just right.

“Florence,” you say breathlessly as she brings you so close. “Please.”

“Fuck, I love you!” Florence shouts.

And then she stops moving in and out of you, and you stop too. You look over her face and she looks ethereal. You realize you love her too.

“Oh, I-”

“I love you too,” you interrupt her.

“You do?” She asks, her voice is hopeful.

“Yes. I think I’ve always loved you, Flo,” you say.

“I love you so much.”

She leans down and kisses you. And everything feels so right.

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[princess-of-thebes-1995]

God. I am mad. The original Avatar movie is good. But some deleted scenes made the movie less cool and didn't make sense. How come people don't mind watching the long movie of the godfather? All deleted avatar scenes should have been in the movie. Who agrees?

Anyway. I am rewriting this scene.

You, Grace, Norman, and Jake were away from the base and were in the large container that held two link pods in site 26.

It was great to be away from the soldiers at the base. They were mean and rude. Like brutes. They would bully the scientists like yourself, mock you guys, and worst of all you guys don't get paid well.

The Marines got the best all the damn time. Selfridge would spoil them. The miners and other staff at least were human. Like any group. Some were bad and good. Marines were all bad.

Why? You thought it was in your head. But, the Marines would leer and stare at you in a weird way. You were used to being ogled all your life since your first cry. But this felt different. The Marines would nickname you as future security. You wondered what that meant. Oh, well.

You were washing the breakfast dishes one morning.  You fed Jake and Grace before they laid on their link pods. Of course you and Norman ate too but Norman was not going to work as an Avatar today. He had to summarize the video logs of Jake and Grace.

While your hand was wet with soap and water. Your cellphone rang. It was from Trudy.

"Good morning, Trudy." You dried your hand with a clean dish rag.

"Yo, Name." Trudy's voice sounded different. Something was wrong. She was usually confident and carefree. Now, she sounded nervous. "I am flying my chopper and I am coming to site 26 with Colonel Quaritch."

Your eyes widened. What? The head of security Colonel Miles Quaritch coming here? You heard bad stuff about him. How he is mean and rude. Only kind to his Marine soldiers. He hated scientists. Many times he tried to shut the program down. But you would convince Selfridge to ignore him. Finally, he gave up.

Despite never meeting or seeing him, you hated him and you were sure he felt the same way since you always manage to make the boss ignore his demands over the science departments.

You didn't want to see the jerk ever. Now, it's the time.

"Why is he coming here Trudy? Are we in trouble?"

"I think-"

"Hello, Trudy?"

The phone hung up.

You quickly ran out of the container for Norman. He had to collect some plants. You found him and told him what just happened. He felt scared too. 

The Colonel made Trudy hung up the call. He was becoming more pissed. Sully betrayed him on the video camera. Now this. Fuck.

"Did I tell you to announce us?" The Colonel snapped at Trudy.

She apologized. The colonel was then curious. It was a personal call not a professional announcement.

"Who did you call anyway?" The Colonel asked 

Trudy said your full name. She noticed something weird in the older man's eyes. Trudy felt fear for you. Did she put you in danger?

"She is on site 26?"

"Sir, she has been there for the last four months."

The colonel's jaw tightened. Oh, shit Trudy thought. 

The Colonel was looking for your scrawny ass since you left. He didn't know where. The information he wanted was only allowed to those limp dick science majors. 

Fuck! He walked away from the cockpit to 

announce orders to his squad. Ain't this a bitch?

The colonel saw you from afar when Sully came to the base. You were new. To his displeasure, you were a lab coat. A cute girl on the other side with his enemies. Worst of all, assigned with Augustine of all people. A tree loving hippie who was friends with Navis. That's what you were. He tried to ignore your lovely face but you would tease him in his dreams and thoughts. It was itching and gnawing him alive. 

So, he tried to shut the program many times. But your smart ass would always win against him. He wanted you to come beg for his aid and in return, he will make you suck his dick and more. But, you evaded him. You never met or saw him. And it bothered him. The girl he loved never thought of his existence. It caused him anger. Now, he will punish you and will use Sully's betrayal as an excuse. 

A grin curled his sadistic lips. Maybe this day is not that shitty. Thanks to Sully. He will use him to have you. 

As expected a chopper came and landed next to the container. The door slammed wide open and you heard multiple men come inside. Norman tried to explain why it is not safe to interrupt the link in process to someone. Then you saw him….

A handsome and tanned elderly man with scars in his scalp and muscles all over him pushed Norman away from him. Then Norman was slammed hard against the wall. 

"Norman!" You crouched down to help your friend stand up. But then you felt someone grab your forearm away from him. It was that man. Was he the Colonel?

He looked as if he wanted to punch you. You were scared. You have never seen a man hit a woman all your life. Besides little children fighting at school and games. Not even your own father would hit you. Suddenly, you wished your father was alive to protect you now. 

The Colonel sneered and pulled you away from Norman and you tripped on your feet and fell hard on your ass. 

The Colonel forced Grace and Jake out of their pods. Then you flinched when the Colonel punched poor Jake. 

"The fuck is going on!?" Grace bellowed. Just then one of the soldiers was about to cuff her. 

"don't touch her." You stood in front of your friend, Grace.

The soldier seemed scared of you. A marine scared of a scrawny scientist. He backed away with his hands up. But poor Norman and Jake were cuffed. 

"Hey, buttercup. I'll see you at the hacienda." The Colonel looked down at Grace. He then scoffed at Norman. "Dopey too."

Finally, Trudy came. 

You walked up to her. "Trudy, can you please tell me why-"

You then felt a fist scrunch up your long hair into a ball. You hissed in pain.

 The Colonel glared at  Trudy. "don't get comfy, Captain. We ain't stayin'."

You were dragged by the hair out of the container. Since you were a little different thanks to chemical imbalances. You were able to breathe the air without a mask. 

"don't touch, Name! She is innocent!" Grace yelled behind you. 

The Colonel continued walking but his hold around your scalp tightened. Without warning. The mean man pushed you inside the chopper. He then climbed inside and grabbed your arm to make you sit. Sadly, he sat next to you on your left. Then on your right, a shaved head marine with tattoos sat on your right with a big gun. 

You felt helpless. Grace sat across from you struggling with her cuffs.

The chopper landed at the base. The Colonel grabbed you out of the chopper. "You're coming with us too." He hissed at you. 

You were dragged to a room with the latest high tech computers. There stood Selfridge waiting. The elderly man pushed you down to sit on an empty office chair. 

You watched the chat. And the video. Sully broke the security camera of a bulldozer. He didn't do anything wrong. 

You were quiet but then it happened. 

"Shut your pie hole!" The entire room staff turned their heads to the colonel. Grace clenched her teeth. "Or what Ranger Rick. You gonna shoot me?" She sarcastically mocked.

The Colonel had a weird look in his eye you noticed. Blood thirsty. "I can do that." He challenged.

You shared a worried look with Norm. He wasn't joking. 

"You need to muzzle your dog."

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Grace tried to explain to Selfridge but he laughed at her and insulted all your science friends. Then the Colonel showed a video log of Jake. 

Then the worst news was shared. Jake was Quaritch's spy. 

You couldn't believe it. All your reports were seen by the enemy Colonel.

The boss declared he will shut the program and will send all scientists home to earth. You stood up to pack your belongings. But then the muscled chest of the Colonel stopped you. He had a sick shit eating grin on his handsome face.

You were detained into a cell. The Colonel said that you were a spy for the Navis. And he would personally watch you 

You hung your head low. Your scalp still burned from the harsh yank you received from the Colonel. You then heard a noise and looked up to see him.

His arms were crossed and he was studying you. 

The Colonel excused the security man and turned off the cameras. Then he stepped in your cell. 

You blinked in curiosity.

He finally had you. His precious name. You were finally in his arms. He had been trying to get his greedy hands on you since he saw you when you arrived at the base. But you would evade him with your brain. 

Now, your cleverness will not save you now. 

He will enjoy you all right. He will use excuses to keep you a prisoner. His prisoner. 

Fuck. You were so damn cute. 

He caught an angel. 

I really like this scene. I am always rewriting it. Hehe.

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[lythea-creation]

Caught on Camera - Shams x fem reader (Chapter 4)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: none

word count: 833

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“Hey (f/n)! Do you have any plans for tonight?”, Nadeen asked me on our way to class.

“No, why? You wanna hang out?”, I assumed.

“Kind of. I'm going to Omar's birthday party and you have to come along”, she requested.

“Omar as in Tasneem's boyfriend and Shams' brother Omar?”, I reassured.

“Exactly! He's actually pretty cool and some others from our class are gonna be there. But I'd just feel so much better if you were coming too” she proposed.

“I dunno, Nadeen. It's probably gonna end up in drama. And I don't really get along with Shams”, I considered.

“I thought you two had made up”, she recalled.

“Yeah, kinda. That doesn't mean we like each other all of a sudden”, I pointed out.

“Come on! We never really go out. It could be fun”, she tried persuading me further.

“Fine”, I agreed with a sigh.

“Yes”, she rejoiced. “Want me to pick you up?”

“Definitely. There's no chance I coming there alone. I'm not even invited”, I reminded her.

“Well. I invited you. I bet Omar won't mind”, she supposed.

“Whatever”, I brushed it off. “Wait! What am I gonna wear?”

I groaned.

“I'm sure you're gonna find something”, Nadeen encouraged me.

We had finally arrived in class and moved to our seats.

It did not take long until Miss Abeer started the class.

“Good morning, girls! Today you're going to do a partner project”, she announced.

Suddenly everyone began mumbling, deciding who was going to work together. Nadeen and I sent each other a glance as a sign to work together as well.

“Quiet”, Miss Abeer demanded. “You're not getting to pick your partner this time. Each of you is going to take one piece of paper. Then you need to find the matching number on it. And no switching or you're going to fail immediately.”

Instead of mumbling there were several groans resounding in the classroom now.

Reluctantly I picked a piece of paper and opened it up.

Everyone was already looking for their partner, some showing the number on their paper with their fingers.

It felt like my own fate was challenging me when I realized that I had ended up with Shams. Seriously! Was my life a freaking drama show or what?

“Guess we're stuck together once again”, I declared to her.

“Seems like it”, she shot back, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

For a second I considered talking about the birthday party with her, but decided against it. She would find out soon enough that I was coming as well.

I settled down at Shams desk and read the task.

Despite my initial reluctance I had to admit that I could have gotten way worse partners than Shams. She was working diligently and always asking for my opinion.

Yet we did not manage to finish on time.

“Guess we'll have to meet up then”, she suggested. “Wanna come over to my place this weekend? Can't today though.”

Of course she could not invite me over on her brothers birthday. She just did not know that I knew.

“Sure”, I agreed. “Just text or call me when you have time.”

I wrote my number down and handed it to her.

“I will”, she remarked.

“What is it with you and Shams that you always end up together?”, Nadeen wondered when we were eating lunch.

“I wish I knew”, I mumbled.

“How was working with her?”

“Actually great”, I confessed. “It didn't even feel like work to be honest. More like a fun research project together.”

“So Shams isn't that bad after all?”, Nadeen challenged me.

Her raised brow and the smirk she was wearing were giving me the urge to defend myself. But I could not. There was nothing I could resonate with.

“Yeah, maybe”, I admitted. “I don't even know why I want to hate her so much.”

“Ever considered that you actually like her?”, Nadeen proposed.

“What? How does that even make any sense?”, I shot back.

“Fear of rejection? Shams doesn't come along with a lot of people because she's so different. And she won't change herself to fit in. Maybe you're scared she won't accept you if you committed to it”, she resonated.

“That's ...” I wanted to say ridiculous, but that would be unreasonable. “Actually a likely possibility”, I realized defeated.

“I didn't mean to reflect myself on such a deep level, Nadeen”, I whined, which earned me a laugh from her side.

“Does it change anything though?”, she wondered.

“I dunno”, I stated.

“You could try and talk to her at the party”, Nadeen suggested.

“Thanks for making me even more anxious about coming”, I replied sarcastically.

“You're welcome”, she teased me. “Can't wait to see what you'll do.”

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Next Chapter

Since I'm so grateful to have yall as my readers, I decided to upload this chapter today as well. I hope you all like it.

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[sheisobvious]

some old stuff I found on pinterest (and below interesting things) - Part 1

Picture 1 

“One minute Taylor is busting out lyrics and being adorable in front of the camera, and the next she is like high-fashion model” 

Q: What type of music are you into right now? 

TS: A Late’80s pop. One of my favorite songs is “She Drives Me Crazy”, by Fine Young Cannibals.It was so ahead of its time.  

App she loves – 8MM vintage camera  

TS: “It lets you put a cool, 1960s-style filter on iPhone videos and gives clips a moody grain” 

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COSMOGIRL 2009 

TS: "My newest hobby is going to wal-mart and putting my CD in front of others in the rack. I have no shame in it!" 

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Seventeen Magazine (2008) 

Q: Do you think that he ( the guy from “Should’ve Said No”) secretly likes being named in your songs? TS: Yeah, probably. Those kinds of guys like getting attention – because I mean, what else is he doing? He’s probably with six different girls who don’t know that they’re being played. 

Q: Has he (Drew from “Teardrops on My Guitar”)  contacted you?  

TS: Actually, he showed up in my driveway a couple of months ago, and it was like in the movies where at the end the guy shows up in your driveway, and you have this awesome kiss – except it’s three years too late. I’m like, Why didn’t you do this years ago ?!? He was stranger by then, so I felt like I didn’t know him anymore. 

Q: Do you ever write songs about anyone other than yourself? 

TS: “Tied Together With a Smile” is about a girl I knew my freshman year. She was absolutely Miss Popular, a pageaant girl, and she looked perfect every day! Always had the cutest outfits, always looked teh best at prom. But sometimes when you get a litle closer to people who look that perfect, you realize that they don’t feel perfect.They feel they’re ugly. And that’s what happened with this girl- I became closer friends with her, and one day she confessed that she was bulimic. 

Q: How did that make you feel? 

TS: It was really hard for me to take. But I never want to make someone feel horrible. do not deserve to be treated like that. I try to reason with  them and be calm about it. After a while, I was just like, "You don't need to do that anymore." So I played that song for her, and I said, "Who do you think that's about?" And honestly, I don't think she ever did it after that. 

Q: Have you ever felt bad about the way you look? 

TS: Everybody does! Everybody looks in the mirror and is like, I wonder why her eyes are huge and mine are smaller. But I realized that if you’re lucky enough to be different from everybody else, don’t change. 

Q: Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be someone eise? 

TS: Oh, my gosh, if I were a different person and I could start all over, I would want to be Hayley Williams from Paramore! I think she’s awesome, and their music is amazing. But you know, I love country music more than anything  in the world – I would never change what I do. 

Picture 4 

“I’ve seen a lot of you get new cars”, she joke to those who worked on the album (Fearless)  

Picture 5 

YOU (2009) 

FAVORITE BOOK – Who Will Cry When You Die? By Robin S. Sharma. It’s a self-help but It’s na easy read. Every page has a new thing you can do to show the people you love that they matter to you. It makes you appreciate what you have. I have a lot more good days now that I’ve read that. 

STYLE ICON – Cahrlize Theron. Thank you for saying I look a bit like her – taht makes my whole week. 

BEAUTY PRODUCTS – My favourite lip colour is Dragon Girl by Nars;l realy like Armani make-up and there's a perfume that l get when ľ'm in the UK called Midnight Rain by La Prairie. And I love Jo Malone candles. 

I: As ever, she sounds too good to be true . It might be one reason why. If we're being honest what eveyone realy wants to see is Taylor Swit being a litte bit naughty. Surely the teetotal Pollyanna façade must have cracks? Anyway, wouldn’t a bit of teenage rebellion be healthy? 

TS: “I've been given the freedom to do whatever I want. I'm 19 –if want to storm out of the house and go to a club and get drunk and take my clothes off and run naked through Nashville, I can do that. I just really would rather not. I's as simple as that. It's not like I’ve been beaten down by some corporation that's forcing me to always behave myself - l just naturally do. Sometimes people are fascinated by the fact that I don't care about partying. almost to the point where they think it's weird.l think when we get to the point where it's strange for you to not be stumbing around high on something at 19, t's a warped world.” 

Picture 6 

PEOPLE, 2009 

Q: You just gave a $250,000 donation to schools you had previously attended or worked with. Why schools? 

TS: The schools that I went to and the amazing people I got to learn from relly turned me into who I am, and I wanted to give back. 

Q:If you’ve done all this by the time you turned 20, what do you want to do bu the time you turn 30? 

TS:I think I’d like to have made a couple more albums that I’m really proud of. I’d like to have a house. I’m not the kid the girl who makes a goal for herself of getting married or starting a family. I’ve never really put a timeline on those sorts of things. So I don’t have any personal goals by the time I’m 30. 

(midnight rain vibe)

Picture 7 

Q: What would you say is your biggest love “don’t” ? 

TS: No one wants to be with someone who desperately needs them. You should want the other person and love him, but you shouldn’t need him. If you depend on him for your happiness, that’s not good ,because what will you do when it ends? 

Picture 8 

TIGER BEAT  

I CALLED THIS ALBUM RED BECAUSE.. “all the different emotions written about on this album, they’re all about the tumultuous, crazy, insane, intense, semitoxic relationships that I’ve experienced in the last two years. In my mind, all of those emotions are red.” 

(I think this is the first time I see her referring to this relationship as toxic before 2022)

Picture 9 

BOP 2012 

Taylor Swift looks down at the floor as she talks about the songs on her new album, Red (it comes out October 22). "They're sad, if I'm being honest,"she confesses. Tay's big blue eyes get a little teary as she thinks about her life right now.In the last two years. Tay says she's felt "all of those emotions, travels around spanning from intense love,intense the workd with frustration, jealousy and confusion." She also admits. "There's been this earth-shattering. not recent, but absolute crash-and-bum neartbreak." 

(in this interview they are weird about her parents divorce)

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[dearestones]

Lipstick Stains (Yandere! Amane Misa x Reader)

Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, reader is a photographer, slight sexual mentions. 

Anonymous Request: Please post more death note yandere

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Misa likes beautiful things.

Cute things.

Colorful things.

Dark, twisted things.

She loves it when she wears clothing that accentuates her curves and brings out her youthful features to the forefront of everyone’s minds. For Misa, her beauty was simultaneously a blessing and a weapon. So many people had fallen prey to her childlike whimsy, but had never known of her interest in the macabre. In this costume that she had handcrafted for herself, it was as if she felt herself invulnerable. Powerful.

Like a goddess.

But sometimes, it’s not the times when she holds power over the clothes she wears or the makeup that caresses her dainty skin. 

Sometimes, it’s when you hold power over her that Misa feels the most precious and revered. 

Today, as she relaxed into the practiced touch of her makeup artist, she thought about you. You, her precious little photographer who was so cute and oh so shy. Having your dear angel Misa pose in such lustful, provocative ways for your eyes? Always adjusting, making comments on how to pucker her lips just so, to bat her eyes in a way that would surely entice even the most celibate of men and women?

Misa knows that you're shy, but oh my, must you flirt with her in front of the other models and crew? You're so bad!

Don't worry.

Misa absolutely loves it when you're bad.

Ah, but if only you were only bold to actually talk to her instead of asking her to hold her arms steady. Or to wink flirtatiously at the camera. 

Don't you know that girls like her want to be romanced?

But that's okay.

Misa knows that you're trying your best and that's all she can ever ask for!

"Miss Amane," her makeup artist calls out. "It's time."

Misa opens her eyes, the blue contacts as comfortable as a glove settling over her eyes. Even though it's been years since she had started her foray into the modeling world, she still starts and preens before the mirror as if it was the first time she has ever seen herself in full makeup. It's one of her charismatic traits that makes her a dream to work with—or so says her manager. Always the type of person to be entranced and romanced by the simple things in life.

Misa wonders if that's how you see her.

Don't you know that Misa notices how you always focus on the best aspects of herself? Not once has Misa ever noticed a single flaw on her soft, supple skin. Or how the clothes she wore never seemed to be too loose, too tight, or too unfitting for her.

Such a loyal photographer, you are.

Did you know that Misa keeps all of the issues that you personally had a hand in?

Misa wonders if you have copies of her magazines.

Misa wonders if you ever trace the outline of her figure spread out upon the pages, sultry lips curving in enigmatic smiles.

Misa wonders if you ever did something more to those magazines.

Would you like to do the things you did to her magazines if she personally laid herself out on your bed, legs spread, and lips pouting just as prettily as she does in front of your camera? Or would that be too much to ask?

Don’t you worry, though! Since Misa knows you’re shy, she’ll go slow just for you!

As Misa turns away from her reflection and walks towards the set (a nice white backdrop with a plethora of household objects as props), she spots you fiddling with your camera. As always, you’re so cute! The instant you notice her, you wave and Misa swoons. 

You’re talking and Misa wants to listen, and she hears how your voice is akin to a soothing lullaby that rises and falls with every breath she takes. Every sound you make is heavenly to listen to, but she swears that gravity has shifted whenever you say her name. Say it again, please! She’ll do anything for you: pose, pout, smile, cry. Whatever you want her to do, whatever you want her to be, she wants you to ask that of her. 

All too soon, however, she’s called away by another crew member and oh—! It's so rude of them to take her away from you, but as long as you keep your eyes trained on her… Yes, that’s right…

You’re her photographer, you have to keep your eyes on her.

And then, you start asking her to pose. 

Stand straight. 

Eyes forward, but look demure. 

Smile, but not too wide, not too bright. 

However, as Misa settles into the position that you want her in, she notices that you hesitate. Your eyes glance between your camera and herself. Was there something wrong? Oh no, please don’t tell her that you can’t be her photographer for today! Misa liked being your object of such intense attention. 

Before she could inquire, you laugh a little—such a joyous sound!—and signal one of the makeup artists to come forward.

“Sorry,” you say with such bashfulness that Misa wishes she could pinch your cheeks and hold you tight around the middle, “but I think you must have smeared some of your lipstick by mistake. Don’t worry, you’ll still look cute, Misa-Misa!”

Cute—you called her cute!

And so, as Misa once again relaxes under the skilled fingers of one of the makeup artists, she smiles and thinks to herself all the things that likes about this day. 

Misa likes beautiful things.

Cute things.

Colorful things.

Dark, twisted things.

But most of all, she likes you. 

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DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.

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[fatherbearfreddy]

I always wondered do you and Bonnie have matching earring to resemble your friendship as best friends?

Hey it's Monty. I can answer this one!

Those are wedding rings! They tricked the people in charge according to Windy, a little rebrand to help strengthen the nostalgic ties of a Freddy and a Bonnie.

I even did the ceremony on the Roxy raceway track when a power outage took out the cameras in there.

And...I did another one like 7 months later! They were so excited as if they hadn't already been married before.

I'm not sure how many times you're supposed to get married, but then again I have heard of vow renewal so maybe it's that. I'm not the smartest guy around, but I got a good memory.

The band, or the old band? So forgetful. Not me, I remember everything. One time, Bonnie asked me a really weird question, he asked how long we'd all been working. Its been about three-four years depending on how you count it. He was sure we'd only been around for a year or two. He kept mixing up what happened one year with what happened in another. It was a little scary since it sounded like all of them thought like that. Freddy knew we'd done two years, but he got all mixed up too.

Chica was so mixed up that she didn't even know about fazmas until I reminded her. Poor girl, everyone calls her stupid but it's not her fault. She just has a really bad memory.

Anyways,

Those two have proposed to each other at least 5 times that I heard about. It's so cute.

Me, I'm not much of a dater gator, I like family love more than the kissy date kind. I'm more of a spend the night or eat with the family type.

But watching those two fall in love again and again is pretty entertaining. It's like they'll never get tired of it.

I mean I hope Freddy knows he's married, that's not something you forget right? I can see him losing track of plenty of things, especially things we talked about. I wasn't too important.

But from what I've seen from the parents, you don't forget you're a married man. Or you shouldn't. Well, they don't talk about it anyways. I'm not allowed to tell anyone about their marriage.

But I figure you're his kids, you can know who your Papa is married too.

Bonnie would be an interesting dad. Guess I'll find out what he's like as a father when he gets back and joins Freddy with this whole internet family.

I had a present planned for the two of them, hope he's back soon.

Bonnie was forgetful too.

They all are. Now that I'm talking to em all every day it's starting to get a little scary.

I remember everything. I wish they'd ask me about it. I wish I could talk about it.

#glamdad #they're married!!! #fnaf au #glamrock dad #fnaf security breach #fnaf ask blog #fnaf sb #asks open #glamrock father #glamrock freddy #glamfather #monty might not be doing well #monty gator #fnaf monty #glamrock monty #montgomery gator #glamrock fronnie #glamrock bonnie #husbands #married fronnie

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Can I share a view of the Louis fanbase? Unfortunately, because Louis’ fandom still comprises mostly of 1D fans or Larries, all of their perception is grounded in the Larrie material which is handed down from old Larrie Twitter/Tumblr/IG/YouTube posts. All of this content is highly skewed to form the narrative that Larries/1Ders wanted to pass down. The big Larrie blogs now were not even existent when 1D was active, a lot of the information they share today as facts in untrue but they are not really interested in facts. What this has done is really dumbed down the boys personalities and turned them into 1 dimensional people (1D :)), which they really weren’t. From 2013 onwards, the media basically treated 1D as Harry’s band. All the focus was on him, hence a lot of what you would find on Tumblr or You tube would all be focused on him and the others would be just side characters. Concert goers focused their cameras on Harry for the most part, people like Ellen Degeneres had interviews where each question was directed at Harry and the others were there just as props. It wasn’t fun for non Larries or people who were not big Harry fans in the 1D fandom so people ended up aligning to these cohorts.

Louis for instance was a big flirt on and off stage with all the boys not just Harry as Larries now like to proclaim. Here is a post that I am sure not many Larries today would have seen.

https://littlelilohands.tumblr.com/post/52444329609/the-most-outrageous-liamlouis-moments-masterpost

They will however have seen Harry and Liam being homoerotic on stage because that’s part of Harry being gay saga.

Louis was always the one who was the most comfortable with showing genuine affection. He really set that tone for the band. He has done the same with his band now as a solo artist too. It’s not about homo eroticism on stage, it is about care and affection with Louis.

One of the criticisms the Larries will have about Louis is that he seems to not encourage female artists and surrounds himself with men. This is also a bit one sided. One of the first collaborations of any member of the band was Louis with Bebe Rexha. They seemed to have a very comfortable chemistry when they did promo. Louis had her sing the opening verse of the song. He also wanted to put together and manage a girl band initially. On xfactor, he seemed to gravitate towards Ayda and showed her the most respect. Very different from the working relationship Harry seemed to have forged on the movie set of DWD with Florence and Olivia. Wonder if he would have treated a male director in the same way?

Also, Louis’ friends and family will be presented in really bad light by the Larries but no one can deny that he has always kept them around. Stan was there almost all through the xfactor journey with him, he is the one who invited his friends over from his hometown for the big party he had when they were first getting successful. His celebrations were never about inviting the Beckhams to his birthday party. Remember when he took his great grandmother to the Savoy for her birthday, I am sure the Larries today don’t have any masterposts about that. His family must have done something right for the amount of love and care he has always shown them.

Yes, he has vices such as he is a chain smoker, he likes to party and consume alcohol and is a self confessed stoner but that’s not all there is to him. I wish he gets to have a fandom one day that is not just built on Larrie masterposts but a more balanced view.

The cupcake image of Harry also percolated down from Larries and 1D fans. It’s amazing to realize that what Harry took away from Louis’ legacy of brotherly camaraderie and acceptance of all sexualities and genders was that it was good marketing.

Flag waving and photoshoots were done for marketing. Privately, Harry’s romantic partners were strategically chosen for business. They were discarded when they outlived their usefulness. But L/Harrie masterposts are all about Harry-the-victim. They will not call him out for his friends or his choices, just as they cannot accept that Louis isn’t the crude caricature they make him out to be.